The Cost of Freedom
Walking down the street all my possessions in my backpack
Headed anywhere but here and never looking back
Homeless yet I've not lost everything
My soles are wearing thin,
I'm down to my last few dollars
It's getting dark,
I try to hitch a ride
but no one bothers
to help a homeless stranger
My body worn from exhaustion is on the verge of collapse
A soft patch of grass I've found
I lie down and into a dreamless sleep I do lapse.
And this is the cost of freedom
Headed anywhere but here and never looking back
Homeless yet I've not lost everything
My soles are wearing thin,
I'm down to my last few dollars
It's getting dark,
I try to hitch a ride
but no one bothers
to help a homeless stranger
My body worn from exhaustion is on the verge of collapse
A soft patch of grass I've found
I lie down and into a dreamless sleep I do lapse.
And this is the cost of freedom