Many years has life went on,
Time so real where has it gone,
Looking back it all seems clear,
Yet, in the midst 'twas only fear,
A moment of clarity a time of truce,
Kings will fall and release the noose,
Young lovers lips could not so much ignite,
The passion we have for which we fight,
Suppression and tyranny we do abhor,
No longer will we nurse this sore,
Pour salt in our bleeding wounds you may,
Peril our family's to death this day,
But one more day shall you not hold me,
For I am man, I am free.

Rachel M. Pittano
© 1998

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