FreEdoM! by _cowboy_ 2011/04/18 11:02
my Freedom, my Freedom
you saved me
you tore my chain
you detached the knots
you released my pain
you fixed the dots
thanks! thanks!
my Freedom, my Freedom
you’re my necklace
you’re my bracelet
my Freedom, my Freedom
I feel you, I think about you
you accompany me, you’re my Angel
my Freedom, my Freedom
I like to be your slave
your slavery makes me Brave
my Freedom, my Freedom
clearly you engrave
my responsibilities
precisely you surround
my extremities
my Freedom, my Freedom
you’re my massive concept
my imperative impulse
my Freedom, my Freedom
I respire you, you inspire me
my Freedom, my Freedom
you saved me
you tore my chain
you detached the knots
you released my pain
you fixed the dots
thanks! thanks!
my Freedom, my Freedom
you’re my necklace
you’re my bracelet
my Freedom, my Freedom
I feel you, I think about you
you accompany me, you’re my Angel
my Freedom, my Freedom
I like to be your slave
your slavery makes me Brave
my Freedom, my Freedom
clearly you engrave
my responsibilities
precisely you surround
my extremities
my Freedom, my Freedom
you’re my massive concept
my imperative impulse
my Freedom, my Freedom
I respire you, you inspire me
_cowboy_ 2011/04/18 11:03
Freedom, freedom, freedom!
Whose freedom?
My freedom, your freedom, our freedoms;
Like e thousand times of a cry in a land!
Yes, they rule with iron-hand but,
We have to obey always;
A rule with an iron fist but,
We have to be the subjects always;
Whose freedom?
Look around you,
It is full of colours;
My freedom, your freedom, their freedoms!
Freedom, freedom, freedom! ! !
We nedd freedom than these shackles.
Whose freedom?
Free-free-free! Freedom to my people! !
Which people?
My people, your people, our peoples;
Have mercy on them and rule them with care.
We need freedom around us,
Whose freedom?
See the type of governments around you;
The people's freedom with an iron fist!
Tell me if all is well.
Freedom, freedom, freedom!
Whose freedom?
My freedom, your freedom, our freedoms;
Like e thousand times of a cry in a land!
Yes, they rule with iron-hand but,
We have to obey always;
A rule with an iron fist but,
We have to be the subjects always;
Whose freedom?
Look around you,
It is full of colours;
My freedom, your freedom, their freedoms!
Freedom, freedom, freedom! ! !
We nedd freedom than these shackles.
Whose freedom?
Free-free-free! Freedom to my people! !
Which people?
My people, your people, our peoples;
Have mercy on them and rule them with care.
We need freedom around us,
Whose freedom?
See the type of governments around you;
The people's freedom with an iron fist!
Tell me if all is well.
_cowboy_ 2011/04/18 11:03
freedom to call loved ones.
freedom to visit friends with no boundries.
freedom to sneek in and kiss your childs head in the middle of the
night.
freedom to wake up and eat a peanut butter, honey and bannana sandwich.
freedom to alter your busy scheduel.
freedom to stop and smell the roses.
freedom to call in sick, so you canlay in bed all day with your lover.
freedom to gank that last piece ofpizza.
freedom to choose and follow any person, or deity that brings comfort
for your soul.
No one can limit these, or take them away completely.
Choose your own...good or bad.
live or ignore them,
recognize, or defy them...
that's your freedom.
freedom to call loved ones.
freedom to visit friends with no boundries.
freedom to sneek in and kiss your childs head in the middle of the
night.
freedom to wake up and eat a peanut butter, honey and bannana sandwich.
freedom to alter your busy scheduel.
freedom to stop and smell the roses.
freedom to call in sick, so you canlay in bed all day with your lover.
freedom to gank that last piece ofpizza.
freedom to choose and follow any person, or deity that brings comfort
for your soul.
No one can limit these, or take them away completely.
Choose your own...good or bad.
live or ignore them,
recognize, or defy them...
that's your freedom.
_cowboy_ 2011/04/18 11:04
The Freedom
To have my own mind, without others trying to influence me.
The Freedom
To be loved, and not hurt.
The Freedom
To be accepted, and understood.
The Freedom
To make mistakes, and not be judged.
The Freedom
To walk with my head held high, and confidence without others trying to tear me down.
The Freedom
To be me
The Freedom
To have my own mind, without others trying to influence me.
The Freedom
To be loved, and not hurt.
The Freedom
To be accepted, and understood.
The Freedom
To make mistakes, and not be judged.
The Freedom
To walk with my head held high, and confidence without others trying to tear me down.
The Freedom
To be me
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