Freedom
Who will listen to our voice of cries? The sorrow that sank in our hearts, As we cross our hearts and plea, Free the world we say. We buried our faces in our hearts, Weep in anguish for independence, Who will listen to our tormented hearts? Who will listen to our voice of cries? For we've cross our hearts again Free the world we plea.
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That was a good poem. It speaks of gaining freedom? Is this meant to be for your country?
Nope, for the world
I'm going to take myself on a depression, until I'll be able to free my feelings. And someone can hear me.
You'll be fine, don't give up on yourself