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"Cry Me Freedom" Beautiful faces wrecked with pain.... The pain of being stripped of the pride that carries the head high..... The pain that weakens the once strong voice that would shout across the land for this I stand.....The pain that closes the bright eyes that were open wide...... The same eyes to witness evil lurking behind sheets and fire riding through quiet streets....The same eyes to view men, women, boys, and girls stripped of the right to live free...... The pain stretches beyond the limits of what the eye can see, moving the soul in places deep.... Rising frustration now screaming this word from city roof tops and open roads through valleys with no paved streets "Freedom" Tears now flowing in bitter relief, as the caged emotion is allowed release...... Slowly the once broken spirit captures a new breath of life..... The back once bowed in misery, now upright as...

"The Eyes That Weep" Eyes fill with tears listening to the many voices, the reverberation of a nation"Save him, save him".... Ill doings from the past thought laid to rest creeping to the present choking out another breath... One murder leaving a family to mourn, another life traded leaving the lawtorn.... Lies upon lies sealing the deal, leaving the question "Is justice real or a simple spin of the color wheel?" Heart now filled with the pain of remorse as another man becomes the vengeance corpse.... It has been a long road from the day when lives were bought and sold,however when justice is still one sided how far have we really grown.... Thinking back to days when evil paraded through the night drenched streets with burning crosses and neighbors hidden beneath white sheets.... Terror filled nights long gone or are they disguised behind esteemed ideals that will never be realized.......

"Cry Me Freedom" Beautiful faces wrecked withpain.... The pain of being stripped ofthe pride that carries the headhigh..... The pain that weakens the oncestrong voice that would shoutacross the land for this Istand..... The pain that closes the brighteyes that were open wide...... The same eyes to witness evillurking behind sheets and fireriding through quiet streets.... The same eyes to view men,women, boys, and girls strippedof the right to live free...... The pain stretches beyond thelimits of what the eye can see,moving the soul in places deep.... Rising frustration now screamingthis word from city roof topsand open roads through valleyswith no paved streets"Freedom" Tears now flowing in bitter relief,as the caged emotion isallowed release...... Slowly the once broken spiritcaptures a new breath of life..... The back once bowed in misery,now upright as the spirit positionsitself to take flight...... Mighty as the wind, this newmovement spreads and a newvehicle is found to...

I love you, tiny wonderful flower of the arid land.You grow among thorns.The wind scorches youand the heat of the sun is your torment.But you are alive in spite of everythingbecause your aspirations to live nothing can overcome!