They say that my country’s fate
Is tightly tethered to my own
Her woes are mine
Her joys are mine
And I am hers
They say the same
Of my city, my state
Of my job, my parents
Of my church and my school
And thus I am lost
In a tower of tools
A ship of fools
What I would like to know is
When do I belong to myself?
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 4:20 PM UTC
They say that my country’s fate
Is tightly tethered to my own
Her woes are mine
Her joys are mine
And I am hers
They say the same
Of my city, my state
Of my job, my parents
Of my church and my school
And thus I am lost
In a tower of tools
A ship of fools
What I would like to know is
When do I belong to myself?
