Little firework,shineing bright
symbol of a 4th of July night...
The wind is cold
None of us are old...
It was on a Monday late in the afternoon
Darkness filled the day and horror became the view...
Iridescent lights up the sky,
Spewing shapes left and right...
Freedom is not free
Is it not easy to see...
The calm
The wait...
On the Fourth of July
the day we will always have Pride...
When you died every one Cared
You were a hero. You Fought For Whats Right! You...
In London I dwell;
so the events of the palace shall i tell...
From far away battlefields to local towns
surges of Independence fills and drowns...
The blue, red, and white,
Flies high like a kite...
I will be back,
post again...