There was rejoicing everywhere
For freedom was won from a tyrranical opressor
And a nation as old as time heaved a sigh of relief
And yet now as I look back and contemplate
I realize what it must be like to be without freedom
The unrequited love of a bleeding heart
Seems not to make the beloved symphathetic
Trapped in the prison of longing I know not where freedom lies
Looked upon with rancour is the intoxicated state of all lovers
I ask the beloved again and again to not ignore my presence
But all I get in return is cynicism laced with painful silence
Grieving, wounded and tortured in the fire of longing
I crave for the eternal freedom from earthly pleasures
In the prison of earthly attachments for my beloved, I stand waiting
To be released into the freedom of eternal bliss
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