Freedom Sings Poem by Anhelica Velasqsuez

Life is not perfect
its stained and bruised
Life is not Free
Its faught for every scarr
Life is not easy,
its worth Fighting for

I have felt the pain
felt it fall to earth like rain
hated everything, without meaning
Especially my own reflextion

I was shadowed in darkness
lost in the nothingness
forever helpless
and perhaps even souless

Then i found new reasons,
new rhymes for the seasons
different causes, different schemes
now im a different me

I feel so free
and a little more joyous,
i can finally sing
I am now The Chorus