Free Child
I don’t care,
What you say.
Your words mean nothing,
Any more.
You try to say,
You know the answers,
But you’ve lost the feeling
Life is for living.
And in your dark of night,
Who’ll hold you in the light.
Words so pure,
Speaking of loving, speaking of joy.
A happy day.
The joy of seeing our own little boy.
And will he see your smile?
And will he share your laughter?
And will he know that life,
Is happy ever after?
I want him to see,
Freedom is the way to be.
I want him to know,
There’s more to this life,
Than,
Playing a game in a picture show,
Acting a part on a movie screen,
Earning a buck make a deal,
Losing your chance to be real.
You may exercise your rights,
To take him far away,
And keep me from his life.
You may wake up some day,
And shed a guilty tear,
At what you’ve taken from him.
You look through frosted glass.
See only what you want to.
Don’t tie these bonds do tight.
He’ll break them and they’ll cut you.
He’ll break them and they’ll cut you.
Cut you.
(1991)
