Abdullah alHemaidy

(1961 / Taif)

Freedom Lost


An innocent child smiles
It will be lost in human trials
The ways of life can be hard
It just wasn’t in their cards

Real life is a relentless game
Our tragic world is to blame
When everything moves to fast
Sweet innocence doesn’t last

We all became tortured souls
That is why were not whole
We live life by their terms
They treat us just like worms

Let’s make our voices heard
Make them listen to our words
We’re simply tired of this life
There’s too much pain and strife

We need to take back this land
Join together and make a stand
So the innocent child can be free
It’s always been up to you and me

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Written by – James F. Cunningham 10/09/2013.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 09, 2013
Edited: Sunday, March 30, 2014

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Written by – James F. Cunningham 10/09/2013.

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