Queen of Freedom

I guess one thing is true in our lives.

Every man born with their rarest part

Disparate purpose of life which Maker has put for

 Everyone searched

Many tried but some succeed

Across the sea, climbing the hills and down the streams

This is my land and there my family can be seen

Not so many of us as you can see

Just mother, father, sister and me

In a land of peace and harmony

We live together with the rest

Providing each one with the best

But that truth that has long gone,

A long long time ago

My father used to be adored by the people

But it’s normal…..

The people lived far from their king

By now you must have say I’m the princess

But no, not anymore

You see………

Is not easy to build a country and even harder to defend one

Robed by greed and brought down by spite

Is what my country forced to kneel?

Yes!!

Full of drubbing and debility

Should we stand or lying down?

Ask me one day to my father…….

And his answer really disappoint me

“Daughter, I choose the second option”

No more blood shedding he said, enough with misery that we have gained. Maybe it is the best for us to stay.

Man really has their rarest part

Not knowing their part of life

But now…. I know mine

To bring the people’ spirit out again!

And fight fight till to the end!

To return life’s to its rightful right!

As we fight not only for our lives

But we fight for our future!

And I will never do the king’s mistake

Because…I’m no longer the princess but..... 

I’ m the Queen of freedom, the future longing for

p/s: maaf lah kalau panjang, tak tahu macam mana nak buat double page v(n_n)

Inspired by: my dream when i sleep *true story*