Freedom

Freedom.

We whisper it in little ones ears
we've cradled it throughout human years.
We watch it from every television set,
we murder and plunder for it without any regret.
We shout it from microphones, newspapers, parades,
we kill little children in freedoms good name

Women are slaves to women they see upon every cover of every magazine.
Men are no different,lost in their pride, usually going along for the ride.
Our children are victims of the freedom that's here,
their value determined by the clothes that they wear.

Politicians are laughing at us all from afar,
as we rave about freedom behind invisible bars.

It's freedom that's killing our friends overseas,
this idea of freedom that spreads like disease,
this idea of freedom we have isn't free.
If we could just open our eyes and see.

Freedom is the laughter you share with a friend.
Freedom is the tears you cry at the end.
Freedom is the music that fills up the soul.
Freedom is our children climbing out of this hole.
Freedom is knowing your mind is set free.
Freedom is feeling the cool winter breeze.


It can not be taken, forced, or bought,
it can't even thrive without individual thought.
It can not be lived in a group as a whole,
but grow within each individual soul.


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