Freedom

Freedom is always the one which

the reward will be in your hand,

when a man is looking for

the heart of a friend.

Too much is distressed

position charisma veil.

In the air begins to be

while too much of autumn,

and the romantic feel.

I stand back ground

such as a statue,

It adored Madonna.

After a miss too

many a broken heart.

For I am not prevail;

no, because I own

a hermit's heart.

I am of these words

with from my soul nourished,

too bountiful.

I am free to do

what I want, heart

Only too often

memories bone to bite gets.

It is now the moment

tomorrow will be somewhere

utopia sensation ignited.