What is this freedom people search for?
Is it chains unbroken
Philosophies restored
Wind in your hair
and sand between toes
What is this freedom people die for?
Is it right of passage
Humanity searching for its meaning
Blood shed for the helpless
Lives sacraficed for the quieted
This freedom? Este Libertad?
When will we know it is ours
Is it determined by self
Is it fashioned by constitution
Is it now, is it on it's way?
Freedom is only what you think it is
and everything you know it's not
It's pay is struggle
Death is it's dues
It has been paid for in full
Paper or Plastic?
Neither I'll take it home today
In my arms
Keeping it close
and placing it somewhere safe.
(c) 2009
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