Freedom Writers For Anne Frank 160 Poem by Freedom Writers

Songs never becoming enough
To see the stars in overthere
Sucking all the beauty songs
In very ancient crystal pipes
And the smoke no more than beams
Of lights in pure heavenly sights
And the silence is in fluttering
Between all the lines in the highs
And all the lines over the highs
Where neither the sadness the pains
Nor the awesome rains from the eyes
Can be the painting or the painter
It's only soft brushes sable skies
Do paint in fast do paint in slow
But in all paintings they do paint
Just one beauteous simple song
Commencing with me i am freedom hi
Commencing with me iam freedom yours
Commencing and forever ne'er ceasing
Commencing just like other stars
Though it's the queen the one
The high the mother
And the only
Holy sky