Monday, January 25, 2010

Freedom, Love

Sometimes death brings sorrow, Sometimes it brings freedom

Freedom to grow, Freedom to be

An exhale of that last breath can dispel the anger with in

As I float through my freedom it becomes clearer
There are times that you are to be
Times that you are not

It is not for a person to decide his place in this world
Rather, the world to decide your place

I am floating – enjoying the breeze
loving the pace- accepting my place

Becoming the better me

So I can love the better you

Acceptance is the ultimate opportunity

Love who you accept

Freedom is a blessing I wish all

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