The Fire of Freedom
Coming is a time
When words won't do it.
When the pen's no longer
Stronger than the bullet.
Coming is a time
When the price of life
Is your own survival.
Coming is a time
Of death and violence.
Lines in the sand
Will be drawn by tyrants
Soon to be crossed for the cause
By freedom fighters.
Lives will be lost in
The crossfire.
Vows will be broken
As sides will be chosen.
True colors will show
And lies will be spoken.
The nights will be bleak
Until dawn lets hope in.
Going are the days of
Our complacence.
Growing are the days of
Our impatience.
Coming are the days of
Our own changes.
There will come a time
When ideas won't do it,
But this is a movement
Beyond stopping.
We will be there
When the bombs
Start dropping,
And we will be there
As the smoke
Starts rising
From the homes that
We used to
Live our lives in;
Following the light
That will always
Guide us;
Feeding the spirit
That defines us
And the fire of freedom
That burns inside us.
Copyright © John Mayo | Year Posted 2015
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