Freedom
Jimmy Flemion, Dennis Flemion
The cage is broken
It’s written in the sky
In spray painted letters
The black dove must fly
And when he’s flying up there
Don’t shoot him down
Or you’ll go down
Talkin’ ’bout freedom
In a world full of beasts
Talkin’ ’bout freedom
Who has the least?
The shackles now wear
A different man
So let the black dove fly
Out of your hand
And when he’s flying up there
Don’t shoot him down
Or you’ll go down
Talkin’ ’bout freedom
In a world full of ghosts
Talkin’ ’bout freedom
Who has the most now?
Talkin’ ’bout freedom