© Ben Heine || Facebook || Twitter || www.benheine.com _______________________________________________ I was flying high today... Taken in Belgium. Digitally enhanced for aesthetics' sake... _______________________________________________ For more information about my art: info@benheine.com _______________________________________________ Let Freedom Conquer A poem by Peter S. Quinn Let freedom Conquer our earth Let it be our Playful garden Give every trial Its own worth Let this only In peace be starten' Every our new minute Is to live Prosper onward And further grow We must fight For freedom's give And tomorrow shall rise In its glow Let freedom Be our singing on Fill the air With its soft melodies Every kindness denial Be gone Over the green fields Swaying trees My hope is your hope All the way That to our load Has been given There comes a morning Of new day That through harmony Is all driven Let me be your guardian As you're mine On to the many roads Here ahead Stop every teardropp Bring on sunshine To those That in sorrow bled Raise every freedom To its true glory Those feelings Must never be alone Let our futures End in a happy story Giving the mood And the right tone -------------- The poem appeared on www.poemhunter.com/peter-s-quinn