Freedom

Static days bleed grey on grey,
nothing here gets carved in stone.
I quit reading omens in the wreckage,
quit taking every hit alone.

Both feet stay stuck in the dirt,
looking for the thing that's true.
Hard hands break what tomorrow's worth,
so I'm holding my temper through.

Freedom's just a fence line,
I tear it down with my own hands!
I don't need your permission,
I just need to make my stand!

No road's written before I move,
gotta break the grid I'm stuck in.
Time to try what I've never tried,
don't care if it means more trouble coming.

I let every doubt slide off my back,
keep my eyes on what matters most.
Sometimes silence says it better
than the noise that I've been chasing close.

Freedom's just a fence line,
I tear it down with my own hands!
I don't need your permission,
I just need to make my stand!

You call it reckless — I call it awake!
You want me settled — I want what's at stake!
Stop asking me to shrink to fit your frame!
I'm done apologizing for the size of this flame!

Freedom's just a fence line,
I tear it down with my own hands!
I don't need your permission,
I just need to make my stand!
Gone the second that you walk away!