Freedom [Archives:2007/1041/Community]

By: Jason Barbo
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A host of men once assembled to ready for war

Their homes had been pillaged, their houses burned

These outrages together they could not ignore

They would be free once the tables had turned

A boy addicted to drugs stood alone in the rain

He had started because he had wanted quick relief

But he had been fooled, they brought only pain

Once he quit he would be really free of all grief

A rich businessman's work was his entire life

Day and night he spent working totally alone

He was so obsessed it caused him no mental strife

Real freedom for him was entirely unknown

A poor farmer dearly wanted so much more

If the harvest went well then he would be happy

A sailor was very afraid as he heard the sea roar

If only he could live the night he would be free

Everyone is searching desperately for freedom

Freedom from pain or injury or poverty or self

But no matter how hard you fight or how long you run

Your only source of bondage comes from yourself
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