A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008

I will go to the end with my intention,

With thoughts manifesting

In evolving attempts of gratitude.

In the conquest of a high throne,

I will be able to refuse the place,

At the moment when eternal sleep arises.

For power will not be my North,

Nor will glory be my solace,

But rather the embrace of life, so strong,

That blooms even in the final moment.

And when death comes gently,

Like a breeze calming the day,

I will accept its grave touch,

Knowing that I lived in full harmony.

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