Freedom From Religion

As she sits on her bed all alone

she begins to think all of her sins she cannot atone.

Her mother and father restrict her from the outside world

because the outside world is a dangerous place.

If she were to go out one day, she was forced to hide her face.

They made her read the big book of God, and watched her twirl

thinking that she's still there good little Christian girl.

She remains silent and still, hoping one day to get out of the hell, her parents call home.

She cannot read books unless it's of God.

She cannot watch anything unless it's of God.

She cannot sing anything unless it's of God.

She cannot do anything unless it's of God.

She was forced to go to church every Sunday morning.

She is forced to remain pure, she cannot be tainted.

But inside her was a spot, a spot where the devil had painted.

Freedom was all she wanted.

She hated her parents for giving her the life they had.

She wanted nothing more to do with it, she wanted to get out so bad.

Freedom, she could taste it on her lips, it was something so sweet.

And when she would finally have that freedom she would go and run off with her feet.

One day she said, one day my freedom and I will meet.