They left her on the edge of space
To seek another resting place
Avow that sweet is freedoms cry
Yet truer still than words imply
To careless cast off bonds is wrong
For chains of love to life belong.
When caution seals our tongue in cheek
Some prudence tells that pride is weak
Hours and minutes however lost
With wishing can our strengths exhaust.
Small matter from whose lips it’s heard
I’ll never comprehend this word
For freedom simply means to me
To flee responsibility.
Claire V. Bogdanos 