Second Thought

Freedom is a second thought

If it''s something you've already got

But to be free means a lot to me

Not always have I been free

I have been in the crowded rooms

Seen the gallows of instint doom

Hear the ones that simply cry

When to their lives they said good bye

Many times been pushed around

Home was a place that couldn''t be found

Everything is real nothings fake

You pray it's over when you wake

But for days, weeks or even years

You turn to stone and hide your fears

Then one day they turn that key

Once again you are free

Once you've found a place to hide

Sat down and even cried

Back with the free you now sit

A better feeling you'll never get!

 

An Uncle Charlie Original