Stories of Freedom (Free-Dumb)

We’re just trying to get free

Get these ropes off our necks, break these chains

Escape this fire of hell and get rid of this pain

Mom told me to pray but I just want change

Grandma, Grandpa, Dad have all prayed and they haven’t gotten a receipt

No receipt of all their blessings

No ticket for their spot in heaven

Christian hymns are quickly replaced by the crack of the whip, louder than a baby’s cry

Does anyone see us cry?

Crumbs are like gold to us

And I stopped eating crumbs a long time ago

For freedom I starve, for salvation I crave

So close to giving up because salvation seems so far

Does anyone see my pain?

When I sleep I dream of freedom

I wake to reality, I see a nightmare

But maybe freedom is a dream?

Maybe FREE-DUMB is a dream?

 

 

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