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Yearning to Free
I look out of the window with bars The rays of the sun kiss my face This is the only place where the sun shines
I only yearn to be free
The silver chains still bind me I cannot leave The steel door is rusting but, yet, it remains locked
I’m the only one that remains The only one here No one else, not even guards, are present
I cry out Yet, no one seems to hear No one at all seems to hear
Won’t anyone break the chains that bind and set me free?
I’m all alone Forgotten by all but the sun and the birds Won’t anyone set me free?
Please let me out of here…
My eyes only shed blood tears And my hair remains tied in white braid bounded by a red ribbon I only want to be free
Let me out of here, please?
I’m all alone and forgotten Even though one cannot see it, I am starting to ail At least the birds and sun rays are free
I am not
Do you suppose one could tell me what freedom is like? Please? I have only faint memory It is quite lost to me and I am yearning to be free
Please set me free, please!
I’ve been behind these prison walls Forgotten and alone, behind the great fence I reach my hands, through the bars, trying to take hold…
…. of what has been lost and what seems that cannot be regained.
Won’t anyone set me free?
Please take pity, as I am only in quite insufferable misery Because of my lunacy, my freedom has been lost to me I am but a poor soul and I am…
…yearning to be free
I began thinking about the novels I'm writing. They're "downers," in a way. Quite dystopian, but with encouraging endings. Yet my goal was to tell what I see as a possibility in story form, somewhat as tales were told of historical events when people gathered around the fire and passed along their memories and history by means of somewhat fictional tales.
So, I'm still thinking. Is it right to hold these negative thoughts, these possible results of implementing something like Agenda 21? Or should I go ahead and write the stories so that others can see them, maybe help to halt the progression of a potential disaster? Or would the disaster provide "lessons" for people, drive them toward the knowledge of themselves and life and spirit that might otherwise not be sought?
But I still feel that push to write, to not turn my back on assisting my fellow man however I can, even if my Dark Agenda series is fiction. And I'm still working on my inspirational 365 daily reader, will probably have it ready to put on the computer for rewriting in a month or so. For if it's true that we need to experience all things, how am I to know what parts of that "all" that others, or even myself, are missing?
These are my thoughts, none with simple answers.
It's been a bit of a boys club so far... sorry gals! - time to pay respect to the other half of the population. Althea and Donna, unfortunately somewhat one hit wonders (despite the whole album - where they are backed by The Revolutionaries - being brimful with great tunes!) With this tune Althea Forrest and Donna Reid - then 17 and 18 years old respectively went to number 1 in the UK charts in 1978.
Which is probably why their wikipedia page links to the quite interesting and in parts amusing List of One-Hit Wonders. For trivia's sake..
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Hey, would anyone be interested if I decided to post the journal of a character from a post apocalypse Dystopian society? I did it for a school project, but it got serious. I was just contemplating posting it. Not that my followers ever say anything XD