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Subject: A Poem, Song, Ballad, or whatever else ya wanna call it.

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Konul Seatide

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Date Posted: 00:30:55 09/21/05 Wed

I'm looking through a window,
A window through Time?
I'm looking through a window,
This chance just might be mine.
I'm looking through a window,
And I now know what I see,
I am seeing what might be,
Just,
Just,
All I have to do is step forward,
Not hide in the Shadows this time.
All I've got to do is try.
I won't be invisible anymore,
Not a slave,
Not to be beaten by one who thinks himself my master.
I'll live.
I'll know what it is to love and be free,
If only I wasn't so sure they'd won my submission.
My spirit just might be broken,
But I won't know until I try,
Will I?
So I /must/ try.
I /know/ I could do it!
Why aren't my feet moving when my mind wills them.
My mind says /go/!
My body says I'm not so sure.
I /know/ it will happen!
Some day,
Some day.
But not today?
My one chance, and I'm to afraid to take it?
How can this be?
A perfect chance,
A chance to slip free,
And I don't know if I can.
I must though.
I want my mind to breathe free,
Not be imprisoned, and forced to think what my so
called "masters" want.
All I want is my life.
My chance is staring me in the face,
I might never get another one,
And I can't move my feet to go,
My lips to say yes, I'll go.
I can't because I'm afraid,
A coward.

Suddenly you speak.
You say, "Love, you're not a coward."
You say, "Those who accept love, of any kind, can't be
cowards."
But I know,
I'm a coward,
I'm afraid to leave the life I always known,
Even though it was a cruel one,
One I only endured because I couldn't go anywhere else.

I think.
Maybe you are right,
Maybe I'm not a coward.
I can love.
I can /be/ loved.

I go with you.
I leave the life I've always known,
I leave it and I know I'm taking a risk,
But I don't care anymore,
Because I'm finally free,
And I can breathe,
And I can think,
And I know I'm not alone.

We tied a knot, you and I.
We're bound forever,
And we don't care,
Because we know we're not alone.

We'll always have each other.

**Author's Note: The aforementioned "slave" is not a /true/ slave, it is simply a figure of speech. The tied knot can mean any of many types of bonds (male/female love, the truest of friends, etc.**

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