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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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