We feel,
Tears, fears,
Love, hate,
Anguish, debate,
Against lies and abuse,
Liberty taken!
Liberty lied,
Liberty forsaken,
Our Life and our Pride,
Vision of Hope,
Must stay at our side.
Liberty must not be lost,
It’s the most precious right,
The one you love most!
Is a way of life,In the mysteriesOf the solitude of Time,Past and Present, collideThe Future, just a lie,Life’s gap, wideIt is then, that you sadly ask‘Who will now walk by my side? ‘Suddenly,You realizeThat Life has passed you by,That you are totally aloneBut no longer strongTo face incessant storms,And you cryHopelessly,Timeless tearsAs you verifyThat there…
I cannot forget,It lives in me,Irreplaceably, set.
Said the Nightingale,As the love of the MoonIt pretended to win,Disguised,As a singing Swan.
Made for PoetsTo feelAnd write about,But alsoFor those, exposedAnd frantically apt,To getting their heartsStolen,In a moment of weaknessThat for a Lifetime,May last.
That Life’s inhalation,To everyone bringsCan be assuaged,By a poem or two,Especially, those saying:‘How much I love you’
