Bullets, Bombs and Knives
He may want to laugh, he may want to cry.
His feelings are his alone, he does not have to justify.
She may want to dance, she may want to sing.
The freedom of choice is hers and that freedom’s worth everything.
The people that we meet, the people who care to smile.
Feel free to say hello, feel free to walk on by.
The children run in the fields, they play and their imaginations fly.
Their dreams they can follow for real, but do we ever appreciate for why?
The freedom that we live, the choices that we can make.
They came from years of blood, from sacrifices we can’t forsake.
Democracy is a word. Democracy is a way of life. Your democracy was paid for by others with bullets, bombs and knives!
Democracy can be taken away - it’s been proven throughout human life. Democracy that we take for granted can be turned off like a light.
The children deserve to live free, to make a beautiful life. Don’t let the power and greed bury their dreams. Don’t let the power and greed near their light.
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