Michael P. McParland
Free - Poem by Michael P. McParland
One day we'll be free.
We'll not be lost.
Worry free when we've paid the final cost.
To live in perfect harmony
with no need to feel sorry.
We'll have done the job
having not been robbed
of all the beautiful things given by God.
Freedom just from what he dealt.
Knowing of such love, my heart does melt.
Freedom from the days of guilt.
That makes your soul feel weak and wilt.
How I long for these days of glee
knowing that we're finally free.
So take my hand and come with me,
together we'll strive looking to find
this place that's so divine.
Finally free from all this grind.
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