Hard To Get By Poem by Madrason .

A little fresh and frail this life
he tried to revive it, what a strife
for freedom is no triviality
so young and thus so early ‘free'
it left a stain right on the window pane
how could it know it was a lie
the open air a solid sky
for freedom is no triviality
and so isn't reality...
just keep in mind if what you've found
has shown no boundaries
and may your strength
this world astound
for in the end it is freedoms length
that inch by inch it will amount
be accounted for and wrought for on your knees
what makes this world keep turning around
the sound of of love which urges to be free! M