| Freedom Aye the Sweet smell of liberty As the ashes turn With chaos all around us As a thousand bodies burn The scent in a great city Becomes a stench as a lust for vengeance Grows to hate When people point their fingers now Not realizing It�s Too little, too late.... You cannot save the perished You cannot damn the damned And the only hope for salvation Is to be kind to your fellow man So now you know you�re not immortal Perhaps your world has changed But with war in our midst You�re still a civilian all the same As the soldiers march off to war Do you really think? About any of them As they sit at insanities brink Missing their loved ones But fighting for our cause The death toll rises And all because We failed to realize That we are not immune To the attacks upon this world Inevitably niavety brings us doom.... By:Mel C Scott Jan 2002 |