We have too much,

yet we never have enough,

yes indeed,

I speak of freedom.

A malicious battle of want and need,

what we fight for and what we let pass by,

what we can and cannot do.

We dream to be as free as a bird,

and to take the world by storm.

We picture freedom to live as wanted,

no limitations,

no strings attached,

never the puppet show we’re in.

We shall have no chains,

leaving their marks,

leaving their scars,

these remain from our greed,

our lack of satisfaction,

our lust for all control.

While as freedom is careless and reassuring,

it’s also ruthless and binding.

We can have it all,

just as blindness can take it away.

Someone will be unhappy.

We will be what we want to be,

and stay this way we might.

But in this constant battle for freedom,

for the shackles to be broken,

the strings to be cut,

battles to be won,

for the deceivers to remain silenced,

we shall always fight.

And no matter which side conquers,

no matter the blood that was shed,

the forgotten dreams,

the hope that is hopeless,

and those who lost that faith,

one will always lose their own sense of freedom.

The consequences are truly endless.