Someone has taken my freedom of sleep,
my freedom to dream.
awake, and wonder why it's four in the morning and why I have to get up
in an hour.
You ever wonder what freedom means?
It means different things to diffrent people. It varies on the context
in which that person uses it.
Some believe that you have freedom to say whatever, no matter how
hurtful or, tasteless it is.
freedom to voice your political opinion.
freedom to ignore right from wrong.
freedom to don't give a shit!
freedom to shrug responsibility.
freedom to be selfish.
freedom to ignore other peoples freedoms and state opinions on others
Not all can use freedom responsibly, nowdays people don't earn freedom,
It's a birthright. A gift, from those who protect and provide. now not
all aspects of this are negative.
Some use their freedom in positive ways. to help or otherwise uplift
financal freedom, Rich man...poor man.
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
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 can lay in bed all day with your lover.
freedom to gank that last piece of pizza.
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.
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