Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain
freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.
Freedom to give and freedom to share
freedom from want and that of despair.
The sun was setting with all its power and glory
on the horizon behind the sea as I stood there
on the sand which lay along the water's edge.
When you hear all those trees
how they sing in the breeze
with their branches and leaves
which are now falling down
The textbook poets try to bind you down
with all of those rules they call renown.
In a strict meter and rhyme they do write
and like to see others match their plight.
There seems to be a universal law of supply and demand
and all that’s truly had is in accordance with its command.
Working in conjunction with the law of cause and effect
it starts to really make some sense to all those who reflect.
Underneath the wild lemon tree
was where I found my love to be.
Lying there with the lapse of time
and the gusts of a winter's clime.
Without some kind of devotion
showing a little bit of emotion
with something known as love
there is no grace from above.
The ship is sinking and we all have to get out
I wonder if there are enough life boats about,
that are able to take us safely to the distant shore
where we may live happily for a while once more.