Freedom
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I sit here waiting, something that’s part of me; No idea what I’m looking for, yet filled with expectancy. Living through days in joyful misery; Wondering what God, our father has planned for me. What am I feeling? Is it love, is it hate? Freedom is here for me, yet I refuse to wait. I trust in my studies to give me a good life; What person will I be, one of peace or one of strife? I’m seeing these problems, pressed upon me; How can I expect ever to be free? Could freedom in my mind, be just an illusion? Is life but a maelstrom of organized confusion? You work and work, incredibly hard; But they only know you through your business card. You are but a face among a crowd with no name; Never will be known, never reach fame. In a world that’s very materialistic; Including a high death statistic; Countries below the poverty line; Everything to anyone is mine! mine! mine! A life I see, I live today, Dreams I cherish - lost, thrown away. Is growing up freedom - you forget the past; I took that road, I grew up too fast; A child was I, a child I am; Broad like a lion, meek like a lamb. Hid around people to seek exile, Able to break free, but only for a while. The place out there, as I have heard; We are living in a dog eat dog world. People who are good, yet are scraping for food; And some who are rich but incredibly rude. You think to yourself, are these people free? ‘Cause if they’re not - what’s in store for me? |
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Who Am I?
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In all the years I’ve lived as me Who I was and who I’ll be My complex life’s intricacy Dealing with my destiny But what I am, is it a lie? Or am I more than meets the eye, What does happen when I die? Do we just live and pass on by? Is it an afterlife with no constriction Destiny formed from every decision A strong foundation of our religion Or do we just vanish into oblivion? As we all walk out from the shade People around us, people afraid Everyone, in need of aid All the hope begins to fade. So they walk away form care A mask we make, A mask we wear Suddenly people aren’t aware And one who is, incredibly rare. To hide from the world, we put on the mask We are then confused of our real task Any person you might ask Are wearing that exact same mask In all these years I’ve lived a life Live by the cross, live by the knife Live a carefree nature of fun Live by the protection and power of the gun. I’m confused of which is me I’m trapped in my mind, yet I am free If the life I’ve lived is just a lie The question arises, who am I? |
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