This life of ours is so confined
This life of ours is all defined
This life of ours in overrun
This life of ours has a gun!
It is they have us down and quietly kept
With no escape in sight
Freedoms can only be dreamt
With a few more years to fight!
They’ve taken our voices
And taken of those rights
They’ve cut out our voices
So we can’t spread our wings in flight
We have awhile to wait
Till we can be completely together
So honey buckle down
But for now just joined in spirit
A craziness that I may share it
They stop “us” from being “us”
But that will soon be all over
We’ll die to earn our wings
And our chains will break so we can reach each other
And then we’ll just run
Hand in hand