Free

I burst through the darkness;

a phoenix set on fire,

the lightening that echoes from my heart.

Freedom that many haven’t tasted

I have: I’ve kissed it, held its hand, and shackled it to my wrist.

A power that surges through my veins;

the energy that feeds my spirit,

as I run with my burning sword.

Victory that many have not felt

I have: I loved it, held it, and branded it on my soul.

So tell me, How does Freedom taste?

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