The Man Who Is A Flower

Take away my breath
but never touch my freedoms

Take my silenced tears
but never snatch my freedoms

Take my ebony armor
but never move my freedoms

Take my fleeting thoughts
but never take my freedoms

Take what makes my spirit
And my freedoms will turn back,
No soil to spring from.

I am the man who is a flower
I don't need no oil to change
For I am a song without music
Through life's blighted exchange

Would you trade me for a dollar?
Am I that disgusting to you?
You promised to see me broken, disgruntled and confused

But I'm standing.
Feet rooted in good dirt
And the loving spores all greet me
With a joyous report

Take away my soulful ghosts
And never steal my freedoms

I am the man who is a flower
I don't need no oil to change
For I am a song without music
Through life's blighted exchange