A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008

Do you think you hold eternal power,

To persist on earth with this war,

But I tell you, well poorly thought out, I am,

More than an unexpected hatred, I am the echo,

Of the love I carry, and it's no longer bitter,

For when I taste it, I see a fallen soldier.

The blood that flows no longer awakens me,

The flame of resentment that once burned,

Now is just an uncertain memory,

For in love I find my worth.

You think war is the destiny,

But in every fall, I see the divine,

And even if chaos fills the air,

The taste of love is what remains.

The fallen soldier is a reflection of me,

Who, in pain, found a heaven,

And upon falling, did not lose reason,

But found peace in his heart.

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