Freedom is a passer-by
Just passing by your way
Grasp it quickly while you can
Before it drifts away.
It can’t help it if you don’t believe
And to think it can is wrong,
It stays with those who want it most
It knows where it belongs.
You can dress your words up all you like
You can cover up your fear
But freedom sees right through your words
It’s your heart it wants to hear.
You can’t fight for it half heartedly
You can’t sit on the fence
Freedom is a state of mind
Where belief has no pretence.
Paul Colvin ©