A Man Like Me

I have been on Earth for twenty years I've been through joy I've shed my tears felt every emotion that comes to mind but still I've never felt freedom. I could break my back to pay my bills but I'll nonetheless owe money still I grind away and carry on in hopes freedom is nearing. A free man walks with his conscious clear and his heart absent of regret and fear he stands up tall so bold and poised because the world sees him as equal. While the free man struts with glee and pride A man like me walks with a painful stride his legs feel dead his shoulders ache from the weight of a world that scorns him. He waits his turn to feel freedom's grace but before it shows he comes face-to-face with a frigid wind and brilliant light because on Earth, he's no longer welcome. He had been on Earth for sixty years he'd been through joy he'd shed his tears felt every emotion that comes to mind but still he never felt freedom.