Freedom Poem by Josh Sternberg

Freedom speaks and freedom sings
Songs streaked with pain and truth
Astonished me from the rings
Of bells and subterranean things
My time has come to get back
Action speaks louder than words of mine
My home my soul and my life's track
Actions speak louder than words of mine
In my grasp is where I'll find
This fight will be difficult
And I might be forced away
From bad intentions and tumult
And those who would rather stay
Acknowledge me for all my sins
My faults, and truths, and scars
Separate them accordingly
And read then out loud in bars
Beacuse when I have nothing left
Only then can I succeed
My hair unkempt and face bereft
Finally knowing what I need
Freedom will be in my grasp
I will have it once again
I just have to keep to task
And not forget my friends.