Poety

~~Stolen pride~~

We hear a cradle
Not knowing its more than just a sensation percieved
As we stay indoors.
Boom was a flash as they were taken from me.

I was free and i can dominate places with my presence.
My parents, they brought me in.
They gave me all, that
I was young with ambitious mindset.
Never will i think of fear
Of losing all have got.

Morning became terrible.
News became more terrifying.
Walking down the street and the sight no longer fascinating.
Bloods became the new paint of the street
Death walks freely among us and
Fear became our theme.

So they came and i was seperated from all this.
Under a custody i will show my enemy love not to be in.
Morning became sorrows.
Terrifying news i wish i heard again.
Freedom i was denied.
Self value i was deprived from.

Hope have no meaning,
What my eyes saw my eyes can't see.
What my heart felt i can't relate.
Then i wish he who walks amongst us
Embrace me for I see no purpose in life again.

Selected and back home now
What more can i say?
What more can i feel?
What more can i have?
If i am not given a value i can't find one in me.

What i see in freedom is not thesame no more.
Freedom is the tears i see in my parents eyes
Freedom is doctors wanting to know what i worth now.
I will never be thesame i know but
Freedom is home that i know