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Oh, Freedom (Is The Girl Across The Street)
Oh, Freedom
There you go
With your blanket
Walking slow
Walking through
With a purpose
No one knows
Except for you
Turning over
Your mind again
Taking time
To number them
Those sheep
Those putrid fences
Still barring you
From purer pastures
It's time for prayer
Remember where you were
When grass first stained your jeans
When scabs and scars were made to be a type show-and-tell
And, made to be held with pride and in esteem
When you first fell for the girl across the street
And, your heart threw a beat
Oh, Freedom
You've got something
Worth showing
And telling me
In gentle whisper
Or raging scream
Which ever your preference
However you see fit
Untethered now
From ground or another
With sky above
And sky below
Finding foundation
In opened wings
Freedom itself
By its own release
Oh, Freedom
Oh, Freedom
Come find me
