The Sound of Freedom

Are we lovers because we touch each other

Is there a love for me anywhere

I am drowning in this hunger

So I turn to my father

I have been in the dark for so long

on a tree branch singing this night owl song

who hears

the sound of falling tears

why do we sell children

why do you buy them

what do you buy when you get em

Who told you this was love

who told you when you sneak in the dark ?

foolishly believing no one is seeing especially the one above?

Who will save your soul?

do you want to be saved

I watched the sound of freedom

I cried while the bongos played

I pray to hear it resounding in eternal waves

let the sound be carried, let the song never be buried

ripening your shameful cheeks like cherries

did you forget the lesson of the tale

God's children were never meant to be for sale

God's children are not for sale

I long to meet Elliot Stabler

If only there were more Tim Ballards in the world

Lend that courage to every boy and girl

What makes a lover

Why is the world drowning in this hunger

I turn to the father

I pray

He hears

the sound of all the falling tears

I believe He catches every one

yours and mine

every day and night

but the limits of earth life makes us blind

He should be enough

Yet its that dream love I want

I still pray to find

I go out to the meetups, I meet the ones that call me the best, i give it up for free

I thought there was something in the way he touched me

I am just left here to cry silently

But I remember the sound of the bongo drum

I can only hold on to my faith

As the resounding waves play

I pray can be found by everyone

the sound of freedom