you are free
Kwyjibo
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you are free
it might not seem like it
but you are
you have your youth
you're beautiful
smart
and all that jazz
and each time you look in the mirror
and say "man my life sucks"
remember that there are starving children
in Indiana
and I can do whatever I want
be whatever I want to be
dream whatever I want to dream
and love whomever I chose to love
so cowboy up, its a long road yet
you will fall, and you will fail
but I'll be a hand to help you up
and I'll be a shoulder
for you to cry on, or lean on
or hug
and never forget
you are free
it might not seem like it
but you are
you have your youth
you're beautiful
smart
and all that jazz
and each time you look in the mirror
and say "man my life sucks"
remember that there are starving children
in Indiana
and I can do whatever I want
be whatever I want to be
dream whatever I want to dream
and love whomever I chose to love
so cowboy up, its a long road yet
you will fall, and you will fail
but I'll be a hand to help you up
and I'll be a shoulder
for you to cry on, or lean on
or hug
and never forget
you are free
The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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and i miss you bunches.
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I'd give away my freedom and all of my prospects to save starving children and to save dying and tortured
freedom means nothing unless we're all free....
so sit back and think of the wonderful life you'll have.....and don't let the bloated and bruised faces bother you
of trials
with smiles...
it riles
them to believe
that you perceive
the web they weave.........
and keep on thinking free
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
they wrote
the formula
for hate
they mixed
it with fate
and poured
it into vial 8
now they wait
at the gate
so late
love comes
bounces in
and trounces
love will spill the swill
in vial 8
and dissipate
hate