Freedom is an illusory thing.
You can't touch it but you can feel it.
You can't own it but you can enjoy it.
Men die for it, but won't live for it.
Children are born with it.
Old men die with it.
In between we grasp and claw
Enslaved To our wants and needs
Our hopes and desires
Our greed and envy and
Our love and hate.
Freedom flows from the celestial source
A gift from God.
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