Freedom lives.
Freedom dies.
Freedom resides
In the hopeful eyes
Of the masses.
So blind,
So kind,
Its all a matter of time
Before we see
That freedom lies
Where we dare not set our eyes.
Indiscrete,
A ruckus so loud
It speaks before it sees,
It runs before it walks,
and so it falls.
All is in the hands of freedom,
Your life and mine.
Without it we lie
In a catatonic state
Waiting for the food
To land on the plate;
Not living,
Not free,
Loving the near-sighted views
In our eyes,
Knowing…
There is nothing more
To live for,
When freedom dies.