Running, running, almost free
Can't you see the fight in me?
Sprinting sprinting, I can see
Can you leave me be please?
In out, in out, cannot breathe
Just another step my dear
Jogging jogging, do not fear
Your freedom is clear
Fighting fighting, take a breath
Do not fear death
Punch punch, take it love
The rest is rough
Cry cry, it's enough
You are tough
Chase chase, you almost got it
Your freedom is clear
Falling falling, got a scratch
Now you got to dash
Dying dying, you can't crash
Bury the ash
Changing changing, in a flash
Raise the flag
Do not lag
Your freedom is clear
If you are wondering, this poem is a ballad- although it doesn't follow all the rules.
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