Freedom for just one night...
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thoumayestFreedom.
It is word shouted by the people of Bataan during the war. The word pronounced by heroes as they made their way to the battlefield. It is a word music to every citizen's ears, including mine.
How long I have waited for freedom to come. How long I have longed to hear it's welcome. How long...
It's not that I force myself to be imprisoned, for my responsibilities are my own sentinels to my cage. They are the barricades that hinder me from flying. They are the force that compells me to stay in the dark when the light is inches away.
To be bound by nothing, attached to nothing. That is my dream. That is my refuge. How long shall I wait for the keys to my cell? How long shall I hold the bars of cold steel? How much more time must I ponder on the events of my future? I shall wait, yearn, be patient until I hear the click of the lock that signals my freedom.
It is word shouted by the people of Bataan during the war. The word pronounced by heroes as they made their way to the battlefield. It is a word music to every citizen's ears, including mine.
How long I have waited for freedom to come. How long I have longed to hear it's welcome. How long...
It's not that I force myself to be imprisoned, for my responsibilities are my own sentinels to my cage. They are the barricades that hinder me from flying. They are the force that compells me to stay in the dark when the light is inches away.
To be bound by nothing, attached to nothing. That is my dream. That is my refuge. How long shall I wait for the keys to my cell? How long shall I hold the bars of cold steel? How much more time must I ponder on the events of my future? I shall wait, yearn, be patient until I hear the click of the lock that signals my freedom.
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