James Grengs Poems
What is the theme of freedom?
Is this so?
Can freedom be these,
The good things in life?
Or is freedom more?
Is freedom the blood with which it is bought?
Is freedom the evils which our men have suffered
To bring it to us?
Sung through the ages,
For happiness dearly bought.
Is a hymn of praise
To the God who smiled on us,
And gave us America.
Is life, earned by death.
You led me to believe that this love was forever
And I thought in my heart that you meant it, too
But now I don’t know if I really love you
I thought once upon a time that you were the one for me,
And the feelings may have been mutual,
But they just aren’t anymore.
So let go, even if you don’t want to,