Freedom

It could not give root; it could not grow;
The seed inside that none yet know,
But if it’s found, and put in good ground,
It may live to make its own sweet sound.
Beaten, carved up, stumbling path,
Taking all its makers wrath.
Wishing to cry unshed tears.
Much too hard to let go of fears.
Let it out and it may find
Some sweet music to calm the mind.
But shackled, it may help to fuel
Destruction of a priceless jewel.
Take the shell; remove the crust.
Inside be the pearl; free it you must.
This pearl is special, for it has no twin.
Still it be chained, deep within.