A ghostly image of a soldier

stood in the background,

the scent of lilac's filled the air

even though it was winter.

A Mother with a babe in her

arms stood by a grave site.

Lilac's were the flowers her

husband had given her before

he left for war. So she

felt his presence.

She whispered, "Father this

is yo...

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The price of freedom

is it to much to pay.

To allow someone to come ashore

to live another day.

Allow these people to some dignity

and have a chance at a decent life.

They've suffered enough

they've had enough strife.

Dedicated to the

Syrian refugees

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The wild colt enjoyed

galloping through

the tall green grass.

One day he was captured

and made a beast of

burden. He worked in the

field and pulled the wagon,

but he longed for

the tall green grass.

He grew old and weak,

one day he lay down

and closed his eyes.

When he opened...

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