Wed, 08/06/2014 - 23:13 -- shaq175

I live in free country, but not a free home

The choices I make never are my own

I want freedom but can not escape 

with a lock on my hopes

 within my reach but yet so far


They scream religion is the answer 

with no intent to let me choose

torn between freedom and choice 

i ask myself what should i do 

keep my mouth shut or speak what i think 

there is a thin line between belief an thought 

to me pain is what it brought





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