Freedom is like a
Raging storm...
The first sunlight was probably amazing
It was by an angel in Heaven...
You look at me like there's an angel inside
Pray you do not want to be proven right...
Display good traits though few Stay high When...
plagues you try to run on sleep deprivation...
I have in my hand two boxes
which God gave me to hold...
The day the heavens break open
and angels tears rain down...
I can see Pilate washing his hands,
I can hear the crowd's murderous demands...
I shall examine the error of my ways,
As I near the end of my days...
I am more than glad to be alive today,
Sadly, I do not always feel this way...
Like Shakespeare said,
we all have a part to play...
To my Father up above,
With all my heart I Love...
*As i said before, i dedicate this week of poems...
you imagined with hope...