it was my time to be free

this is a death poem

there was no hope for me

there was no fate to save me

but there was a candle lid under my name

it was the night I slept in the old room that felt like it was the last time

then I had a dream of fairies that came to me and brought me a red rose for the chains and walls was forever broken

as I fly in the sky up high with birds that's are so lovely

a beautiful site to see

and for the ocean it looks so beautiful as I pass over as softly the winds brush against my face  it was freedom that  I was feeling

I was free from all the pain that I felt