Freedom Comes From Within

Freedom comes from within You can beat me, whip me, slash me, splash me but I am still free to think what I want about you to plot your demise to write your transgressions down in my soul's center Freedom comes from within I can be in the most boring of boring of boring math classes, not paying a bit of attention, but looking raptly attentive, to fool the teacher, as I create my next poem, or my next painting Freedom comes from within. You can smack me and smash me, You can stick a gun in my face. I am free to worry about what comes next, or think about my children and how much they will miss me. Freedom comes from within. Survivors know this better than most and always