One Thing

One thing that this world needs,
One thing that this place craves,
On thing that all its people pleads,
A freedom for all its bound slaves.

Not bound by chains or fetters,
Nor bound by the words of men,
But maybe bound by the letters
Of their own dream’s black pen.

With thoughts we sign our own deed
With words we lock ourselves in;
The voices of friends do we rarely heed
When our fruitless plans ripen

Though we seek our eternal freedom,
We close ourselves up now and still
Unless we find the eternal kingdom
We will live on with no thought or will

by Ivy Schex

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