When Freedom Isn'T Free
I been whispering to my spirit songs of true freedom desires.Imagining a time and place where all things are based on doing right and by choice doing wrong is not an option. The songs I whisper keep me motivated to face reality.Destruction is around us, lies and evil divide us, deception misguide us,Temptation temp us to lust. Working for pay to supply our needs and wants morph into greed for many fueling mistrust. Material and money corrupt us, our daily actions reflect hurdling these obstacles of the reality in which we live yet our spirits bare witness to the freedom songs our hearts are yearning to give....
Are we truly free if any stop working for pay then in turn
are not able to freely obtain the bare necessities to sustain life with
Comfort and Dignity.....
The price of freedom attached to monetary gains.
Enjoy!!!!
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