Many people believe in fighting fire with fire.

I just want to run and hide

high above the clouds.

Poem four of my "Through the Leaves"a poetry collection.

It is written in each man’s heart, the duty to reach for freedom!

He’s not here.. .not to me.

Liberty for all.

My home…lost and broken and stolen.. .

The dreams are a reflection of the mind.

This describes someone being all alone in a place that they really don’t know, and their not able to find there own way out so they have to rely on fate.

We speak of a heaven
After we are gone,
Or a hell of damnation
Second to none …..