Fredom is a funny thing
Sometimes you have it
Other times it slips away
I want it badly at times
Other times the feeling fades
It's important to me at the least
People try hard to keep the dream alive
The history of us
People before me felt what I'm feeling
Trapped and controled
Never able to escape
Bound by people and promises
And love
People used to fight for what they beleived in
They fought side by side
Shoulder to shoulder
We all want freedom from something
From bottles and memories
To people and places
It will always be there
We just need to know where to look
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem