how does it feel to be free from bondage and captivity
I am free to be everything that God has intended me to be
but bond I am, stuck in a place where freedom has no face
where freedom doesn't rule and there is always the rememberance of something cruel
beyond the trees and beyond the sky I look for that place where freedom lies
Is it in the air that I breath, or could it be in the words that I speak
could freedom be in the tears in my eyes, or is it in the glimspe of my smile
I would like to be free from the turmoil of each and every race
free from people who can't even look each other in the eye face to face
I long to live in a world were peace has a face, and the biggest issue is not my race
I want to live in a place were the sky is the limit and as far as discrimination is concerned.....
what is that I wouldn't hear of it.