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She Longs To Be Free

She paints a life in soft-spun gold,   A dream where love won’t lose its hold.   She speaks of mornings, hand in hand,   Of simple joys, a life well-planned.   She whispers of a quiet home,   Of love that never needs to roam.   She swears that all she wants is me,   But I can see—she longs to be free.   Her eyes drift past the life she draws,   A longing laced between her pause.   She craves the world beyond our door,   Yet tells herself she wants no more.   No walls can hold a restless heart,   No love can make her torn soul part.   She wants this life—she swears it's true,   But deep inside, she’s passing through.
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Beyond Vengeance

A leader stands, unshaken by the storm,
Their heart a haven, their soul warm.
Not driven by the fires of revenge,
But by wisdom, calm, and a hate to avenge.

To lead is not to wield a blade,
Nor count the debts that must be paid.
It’s rising high when anger calls,
And building bridges, not tearing walls.

For vengeance whispers, sweet and sly,
A fleeting echo, a bitter lie.
But greatness blooms where mercy grows,
And peace is what the true heart sows.

When the power to strike is held at bay,
The path of strength clears the way.
You are not ready to wear the crown,
Until wrath's weight you lay down.

So let forgiveness light your stride,
And carry courage as your guide.
The world will follow those who see,
That leading starts with setting free.

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