Freedom's Widow

Rising day

and raindrops playing in your shoulders.

Behind me, night, misty grey

and it’s crazy, hunting howlers.

And we run and run

trying to catch that rising sun.

But yet, in our souls

it remains dark,

the thick and heavy silence.

Can’t run, can’t hide

feel but fear, live in a lie.

There’s no use to even try

to change the passing tide.

But those walls are way too thin

though there are bars in my window.

Can’t keep secrets, day is falling.

I am freedom’s widow.

And my fate, it’s just too much

to be only a leaf in a stream

stream of lies.

Death, I feel, I want reaper’s touch

inside me raging silent scream.

With the dawn I leave

and I now beg thee

for my passing

do not grieve.

- Gua