FREEDOM FIGHTER

Perhaps it was never found by its owner,
and was sent back.
You have letters.
You’re hiding it somewhere
You’re calling out to your past
What price did you pay,
You don’t know.
Now, a missing page of your life, is in your hands.
And life smells of the sea,
It goes on,
Somewhere.
Your heart, your hopes, your soul
Which reality
You are facing,
You cannot see.
In a lost world,
We’re just at a masked ball,
You know.