Why fret on tiny things,
Or huge matters that don't sing
In the simple days we see,
For just a lonely few, not me?
To let things simply be,
Might calm the ruling hand.
But freedom for you and me,
Might lose across the land.
Why not just let it be?
Things as they are, agree?
It makes life light and free,
For those who rule, for all to see.
But for us, just walking by,
It means a tear, a little sigh.
To nod and not to ask why,
A weakness that makes spirit die.
Life's not for those who just obey,
And never have a word to say.
To question, chase the doubts away,
To feel and stand for what's okay.
To speak your mind, to make a plea,
To find a better way to be,
This is a strength for all to see,
To live life easier, wild and free.
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