Price of Freedom
Guns don't kill people freedom does
how many have died under liberty's judge
do we call it freedom because their minds are freed from earthly restriction
or by some twisted conviction do men think that they can save a life by killing a few
A small childs death to protect a nation
what a silly invatation
who do you think makes up the generation of impoverished and damaged peoples
We claim freedom for money
claiming freedom for our god
and freedom for choice
but we have blood on our hands
for thinking we are right
because to be right someone must be wrong
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