to be free
if freedom is not given just snatch and run.
they asked what blessings would you give to this baby girl?
to be a queen of a kingdom or owning all the jewels and pearls?
i smiled and said ; i give her the blessing to be free
go scream among the mountains and rest beneath the tree
but ohh dear, be free.
chin up, look eye to eye and march fearlessly towards the sun.
sometimes in the forests go for a wild run.
and if they are not pleased you make sure they are stun.
break the locks and throw away the key
no matter what dear, be free.
sing out loud the freedom song
be soft like flower and rock like strong
fight like a warrior and never plea
but ohh dear, at last be free.
- shireen
About the Creator
shireen naaz
I am an 18 year old Y/A so the world to me is a very strange place right now I am still learning, experiencing and discovering new aspects of life so maybe with me you can once again see the world differently.
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