The sound of freedom slowly fading
as I wander in my mind
from young to old, from bliss to sorrow
the world has left me blind
Everywhere I look I see
the faces of the new
not knowing what is happening
not knowing what they do
Not knowing what they have lost
or caring much to know
Not knowing what true freedom is
too busy in their phones.
A relic of a time gone by
where men and women reigned
where children ran in innocence
not knowing of crude things.
The heart of God is crying out
for love to reemerge
for peace and hope and faith in him
to coalesce and surge.
That day must be upon us now
In this hour of despair
for if we lose our hearts to God
there's nothing left but fear.
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