The Pyle Inside

Trudging forward.
Tired legs,
Achy bones,
Empty stomachs,
Cold noses.
It’s all worth it.
For
Freedom.

Escape from the master,
Leave family
And friends,
May get caught,
May not,
It’s all worth it.
For
Freedom.

Cold winters,
Hot summers.
Trudging slowly,
Through rain,
And snow.
Many moons have passed,
And there are many moons to go
It’s all worth it.
For
Freedom.