Freedom
Comes in many disguises
For some it's hard to find
It often leaves before one realises
And sometimes it is left behind

Freedom
Has different meanings to some
To me it is very clear
To some it is the Freedom to explore and roam
To me Freedom of speech is dear

Freedom
Should be everyone's right
Though it often is denied
Everyone should be free to live without fear or fright
Freedom is a precious commodity which should be everyone's pride

Freedom
Can be brutally taken
Governments are often the cause
It leaves the mind devastated and clearly shaken
Governments should rethink their  clauses and rewrite the laws

To ensure that everyone has the Freedom they had at birth
The Freedom they were born with upon this earth

Would you follow his will?
To patiently stand still
And accept everything you're told?
To live in a world where the bold
Are sent down to Hell?
Go ahead, ring that bell

I will form my own way
With no need for him
I am able to prevent the sway
And I will slowly trim
My path forward
There is no other way to proceed onward

Here I am once again
Picking up this dainty pen
To write about that pain
That crawls within the muddy rain
The day where I picked up that rose
The moment where I  froze
Eternally at every social strife
Because I realized, I stole its life