I just want to be free, free from the
brush strokes in this picture, free from the voices that whisper to me
while I’m reading, free from seeing the same thing every evening and
If no one else, free
from myself, free from pain, free from these numbers, warm winters and
cold summers, free to smile, free as a child in his walker, free from
torture, free from oppression, culture freedom in my lessons.
Free to live and free to give the
same freedom I desire, now wait, the Devil is a liar, he stultified us,
quilted bars in our minds, confined to the word Prison itself, when you
lock your doors at night are you free?
Are you free by the turning of a
key? Is your freedom an illusion? Is your freedom worth loosing? Was it
ever possessed? Is it taken at arrest or last breath? Is freedom though
death? Who is freedom? Will you recognize him when you see him?
What is homeland security? You can
not be freed from suffering, we are not free from nothing, we are confined
to feelings, just as the floor is confined to ceilings, I rose from the
seat of my subconscious, opened my eyes to see and like that I was free.
The chains left, free like the
breath you take to live, in the mind is where freedom lives, my thoughts
were keys that unlocked the mysteries of my misery, free from disgust,
free like the painter’s brush, free enough, freedom is a must.
We weren’t freed by Abraham Lincoln
if that’s what you’re thinking, freedom is the truth, do you believe him?
Can you give everything you ask for?