They said when you were growing up,
Do as you are told, and you will be tough,
But tough is the name of the game these days,
So how tough can you get,
To be one and like the others these days?
I saw what it was to be tough and strong,
Made of the right stuff,
To be tough enough,
They say,
You can't go wrong,
But then you grow and take time out,
To stop awhile,
See nature,
Grow inside,
And what do they do?
Come at you in fatal draws,
To try and break,
That what is born in us all,
Spirit,
What is it they cannot see?
What is it they cannot try?
What is it they cannot hear?
What is it they cannot bear?
Its freedom,
That's what it is,
Freedom!
So, be carefree to make your great happenings,
To take that chance and see what happens,
Or just get it right from,
Trial and error,
In life and its process,
We all make mistakes,
To err is to forgive,
So, don't allow your spirit to be broken,
Keep it lit and with hope inside,
Will keep desolate and despair creeping within,
We are born with freedom,
To make mistakes,
Freedom!
To make it great,
Freedom!
To just be free!
For in choice is freedom,
With freedom comes choice,
It is what makes us all unique,
Having freedom,
To make mistakes,
To start afresh,
When at first,
We get it wrong,
Keep the spirit,
And let freedom reign.
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Be care free to make your great happenings, To take that chance and see what happenings I like the wordplay in these lines, and enjoyed the general mood of the poem. Good work, welcome to dropp by my page, also. Kind regards, Zub