Footprints

Here's a song I wrote today:

Freedom, oh freedom
Our nation’s broken anthem
Charging on, to chase a silhouette
College, houses, prescriptions
Government-sponsored addictions
Deepening the drowning pool of debt

We sold the farm to find
A little piece of mind
But left behind a wasteland in our haste
Supposedly believers
We’re takers and we’re leavers
Took all we could, left the world in waste

Freedom, oh freedom
If we would truly find some
We’d liberate ourselves from all the lies
We’d take it on our shoulders
To not wait ‘til we’re older
To fix the fractured fence that we despise

Admit you were what you weren’t
Reverse the swirling current
Count currency a calculated sorrow
Commit to a simple story
Taking what you need only
Leaving tiny footprints fit to follow