Freedom 2 Poem by Sandra van Coppenhagen

freedom is a fickle thing
something every one claims to have
yet they all save it in tomorrow
believing it would come
freedom is a fickle thing
something no one can claim to own
they wish for tomorrow
to forget the regrets of yesterday
today does not exist to them
little do they know that time would become the master
of her who knows only tomorrow
and you'll watch freedom fade away
love will be the eternal curse that binds us to the earth
so know this freedom is a fickle thing
it waits in today
yesterday is dead and gone
and tomorrow never comes
free men know this; live this
the others are doomed to wonder the world caged
and all the world shall be our playground
where only the free can play with the toys of life