Title: Sweet Freedom

Summary: A poem from Buffy's POV on life.
Sweet freedom I long to grasp
In my very grip
Sweet freedom of his touch
and lips on my lip

Sweet freedom of this mask
which I hide behind
Sweet freedom of this cage
which had become mine

Sweet Freedom from this confusion
that has played with my head
Sweet freedom from this monster
whos living but yet dead

Sweet Freedom from this enchantment
heaven on this hell
Sweet Freedom cast me to the dark
Where I should be as well
Sweet Freedom that lingers
dark beneath the pain
Swwet Freedom don't hold out long
for it's driving me insane

Sweet Freedom come forth
Don't hide from the light
Sweet freedom become thy will
and Make things right

Sweet Freedom stop the tears
petruding from my eyes
Sweet Freedom stop the sorrow
that goes forth as the days go by

Sweet Freedom if your there
don't be ashamed to tell
Sweet Freedom I KNOW your there
for you heaven to my hell

Sweet Freedom How I've hurt you
added on the guilt
Sweet Freedom set me free
from the pattern on my Quilt

Sweet Freedom I know life sucks
But you have to make it through
Sweet Freedom my dear William
I am in love with you.