Post by Yus-chan on May 31, 2005 10:11:40 GMT -5
Desperate Cry
I long to taste the freedom denied to me,
I long to be what I was meant to be.
The feeling of paws touching the earth,
The sound of my song in the night.
These things I’ve longed for since my human birth,
How long must I continue this fight?
I long to feel the joy of the pack,
I long for the comfort of the song.
My spirit pines, wanting me to go back,
But yet I know this journey is too long.
These things I know, are truly me,
I begin to wonder, how long this punishment will be.
When will I be able to once more feel the freedom I long for?
When will I run wild once more?
I can hear the calls and I yearn to answer with my own,
My life-weary soul desperately wishes to roam.
The confines of the city are not meant for me,
It’s so hard to make them see.
I’m trapped inside with nowhere to run,
It’s as though I’m at the end of a hunter’s gun.
I begin to regain the memories lost,
I cannot count up the cost.
This life I live is like a jail,
And I can’t get out on bail.
I long for a freedom I know I can never have,
For I seek redemption through re-birth.
..Atonement..
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I'm so...Confused right now. I'm sorry guys, I just needed to post that. I need to do a little soul-searching. If you don't get the poem, don't worry about it. I'm Therian, lets just suffice to say that.
I suppose I should explain a bit...
I keep having these..these dreams. But they feel so much like memories. That's not all though, I can be sitting somewhere and all of a sudden feel really...strange. Or if I'm somewhere with a whole lot of people I'll suddenly feel...Frightened I guess? It's really strange sometimes. And confusing, I'm not sure what to think.
I long to taste the freedom denied to me,
I long to be what I was meant to be.
The feeling of paws touching the earth,
The sound of my song in the night.
These things I’ve longed for since my human birth,
How long must I continue this fight?
I long to feel the joy of the pack,
I long for the comfort of the song.
My spirit pines, wanting me to go back,
But yet I know this journey is too long.
These things I know, are truly me,
I begin to wonder, how long this punishment will be.
When will I be able to once more feel the freedom I long for?
When will I run wild once more?
I can hear the calls and I yearn to answer with my own,
My life-weary soul desperately wishes to roam.
The confines of the city are not meant for me,
It’s so hard to make them see.
I’m trapped inside with nowhere to run,
It’s as though I’m at the end of a hunter’s gun.
I begin to regain the memories lost,
I cannot count up the cost.
This life I live is like a jail,
And I can’t get out on bail.
I long for a freedom I know I can never have,
For I seek redemption through re-birth.
..Atonement..
-------------------------------------------------
I'm so...Confused right now. I'm sorry guys, I just needed to post that. I need to do a little soul-searching. If you don't get the poem, don't worry about it. I'm Therian, lets just suffice to say that.
I suppose I should explain a bit...
I keep having these..these dreams. But they feel so much like memories. That's not all though, I can be sitting somewhere and all of a sudden feel really...strange. Or if I'm somewhere with a whole lot of people I'll suddenly feel...Frightened I guess? It's really strange sometimes. And confusing, I'm not sure what to think.