Freedom has its own distance, has its time
and has no instance.
Caught up in the system, where freedom
has no choice.
Where sound is not noise.
Where men are treated like boys.

Where death sounds okay
looking at the cross where Jesus suffered
for what I lost.

Deciding what comes next for me
to reach my goal.
Trying for the moment to have peace
and stay whole.
Freedom is my nephew and family,
why make them suffer because of me?

Looking out in the sky, see no freedom
looking deep -- and family, I can't seem them.

Life has its own faith.
So I sit back and wait
for my freedom date.

-- Eddy B. (The Lonely Con)
Log Cabin Ranch