Is freedom born or is it taught?
The baby new, defenseless and poor, awaiting the truth it's breath has brought.
Foundations laid on brick or sand,
A life formed by trust or cut by command.
The fresh fruit of joy
Or the rot of ploy.
Is freedom taken or is it given?
The secrets of love give birth to this haven.

You can travel the world and never leave your own.
Gather the people and seat yourself on the throne.
The heavy pockets and echos of praise,
feeding the beast hiding in the hearts cave.
Insatiable, his appetite grows.
Swallowing would be charity, regurgitating self-obsessed woes.
You can look into the eyes of your neighbor
Know their hearts cry and consider their labor.
Sharing a moment, giving wings to trust
 Whispering to hope, maybe love is enough.
Strength arises with the gift of flight
Friendship undoing the forgotten's plight.

Alas the dust has settled, with no beauty left to see. All the life that was is now a memory. Time laments loss causes of men, fortitude and strength adding to the pain. The future decides the battles true victor, what legend will the children render.