Freedom

Written by: Steve Harvell

I ask not cause' I want not... 
Is it not of our wants we die?
That of our own desire we drown in hopes.
Rather it be of Love and Passion.
Rather it is of ownership of one's soul.

It is that of our freedom we taste beneath our lips.
That of a success of glory days come to pass.
That of days when a man was a man.
That of days when freedom was founded upon God.

I ask not cause' I want not.
Is it of me not to want?
When all I want is to die.
To rid my own of the pain and suffering.

It  is only for me to live free.
To be but not to be.
To be as I am and not as one purpose.
To be as one under Grace and Mercy.
I ask not cause I want not.

It is not of this world my desire is.
That of the woman I Love dear to heart.
That of the thing they call happiness and peace.
It is of one I live and not just of myself.
But that of Christ birth, that of my death rest there.

I exist to only that of our existence.
To die is to be free of all but to live is suppose be joy.
I ask not cause I am only what I am worth.
Not what I profit do I ask but of heart and wisdom.
Not of the world I want but with pleasure I live with it.

My freedom I endure with strife.
There I die inside as It is rip from my darkness.
My life, just as it is.