A whirling noise and constant voice
Is always saying I have a choice
To choose a step or take a fall
But the forward step hits the wall
What freedoms do I choose to lose
In the world around I hear the boos
No one seems to articulate
That freedom is not the same as hate
Those who desire to make a right
Are said to only be looking to fight
The answers are not without paradox
The doves to lie with the hawks
I do not speak of politics or election
I speak of a life of peace with conviction
A place, a nation, of rights…but also wrongs
Where freedom sounds the citizen’s songs
We look to masses and to convergence
To instruct us in emergence
Out of the womb of family life
Into the death of worldly strife
