Freedom Roads Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There are roads taken and roads going by
With freedom of every choice to take
Like the clouds in the far those drifting so high
In their mist and pictures to make
Lonely freedom like footsteps never to keep
Only sand that shall blow it away
With a heart that was chained to a going sleep
Forever and not to live or stay

There are roads broken with the years gone
Trials wasted away with the breeze
Every hope that was carried moving it on
For repression and censors to please
Wasted into the sea of their existing time
Giving no more to hope in their yearning
Only darkness crows in their fullest prime
To the night and it's going all turning

So much freedoms broken a man has found
Every effort just thrown into sea
With tyrants that come in tides going around
To break down wise ones and the free
Mountains exist that never give or make form
Only to be real for the wind to blow
Within their dazed choice and bewildered storm
That in the their slavery will go

There are roads lost for no reason at all
With their people that have tried to exist
With their efforts and hope they've tried to call
But to those that are closed they've missed
Every time has its allowance freedom to give
With all the days that are going about
You must try to exist and try to live
And take from your heart any old doubt

So much freedom's gone because love was lost
To the sleeps of forever that's banned
Every beat of its song turned on and crossed
What each ignorance waste did command
Nothing comes from the lost only falling rain
Dreams from their hopes all wasted away
We may try to take their roads but it's all in vain
For the darkness has come to their day