This Free Country

This free country
This free land
Whatever soil
grass, cement, wood
The floor
The overlooked and forsaken floor
Has freedom

So whenever you want to believe
You can believe in anything you want –
I'm sure God will forgive you someday.

Whenever you want to speak
The gift of free speech is entitled to you
But if you say that you hate Twilight you will be slapped by some rabid fangirl.

Whatever you want to be
You can be
So cut and cry all you want, no one's going to care

Whoever you choose to be with
You can select with no hesitation
Just no dating until your married.

All men are created equal
Everyone's worth is the same - And I'm right cause I'm better than you
That's all it means

No one deserves to be left behind
Except when you don't have money.
You're on your own, buddy.

This "free" country
This "free" land
The soil is set out of greed
The grass is cut down for comfort
The cement and wood laid out for luxury
The floor
All everyone wants to do is walk on the floor
While carrying everything they want

It is only set down for selfishness
From the very beginning
There was no such thing as freedom
And there never will be
As long as that greed lives on
As long as that greed is implanted into hearts and minds worldwide

There is never such thing as the words we love to believe in
But could we at least try to make them happen?