Well, there’s a light

At the end of the tunnel.

But it still looks so far off to me.

But we'll keep walkin’ on straight, and embracing our fate,

‘cos freedom’s where we thought it would be.

 

Some look at this state

With eyes of envy.

They shout and they curse and they scream.

Yet they want it so much

And say, it’s outta their touch

So from their prisons they still like to dream.

 

Now freedom can never be given.

It’s not a thing you can put in a jar.

Then take only a bit

When you think you need it

Then screw the lid back

So you don’t go too far.

 

Freedom lives in the minds of the many.

But is lived by only so few.

And by planting the seed

You expose all the greed

Of the ones who would lose if it grew.

 

The price that you pay can be heavy.

And the payments you make never stop.

And in freedom’s clothes

We still need to expose

The false prophets

Who would tear down the lot.

 

And to the fledglings who’d fly into freedom

Be prepared, for there’s some who won’t budge.

They would like to fly

But the price is too high.

It seems cheaper to hate with a grudge.

 

It is sad, many voices shout with silence.

While just a few make damn sure they are heard,

And In an effort to drown and beat spirit down

 hide behind their false credo  “we serve”.