Find Me
I am freedom,
that many will never feel.
I am love,
that many will never know.
I am a heart,
who's beat may never be heard.
My wind will never brush their faces.
My rain will never soak their mind.
They will never understand my deep, dark home with a peaceful atmosphere.
I am oppression,
that many people feel.
I am anger,
that many people know.
I am knives,
Who's blades cut and scratch.
My flame will burn their smiles.
My soldiers will destroy their homes.
They will understand my painful, sinful use with black intentions.
Many see me as a rally call.
A live or die
A freedom or oppression
A war or peace
But to those who find me.
I am a world,
filled with inumerable possiblilties.
I am a light,
that carries them from harm.
I am a home,
that protects them from the harm of others.
My wings hold them close.
My arms warm their souls.
They know that I can be a tool or a weapon.
I am...
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