Freedom (A Freedom Song) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I have no freedom
it was taken away,
in life's early blossom
where fate did play;
my chains are still there
in the prison of life,
I can't go anywhere
I still have to strife.

The hours are falling
into the bleak of night,
my freedom is calling
to break out in flight;
but yesterday's memories
so full of their shadows,
a forest of bleak trees
and tears on their rows.

Before it's all gone
I need my wings to fly,
to give and carry on
each hope in every try;
life's never certain
when freedom isn't there,
and links the burden
dreams to go everywhere