Race of the Free

Leather desk And office aroma Ironed shirt And sweaty face Deadline due A thick cologne Some where else There rings a phone Corner office Big pay check Two young kids A house bound wife Find the mirror See your strife You studied hard And when to school Got up on every Sunday Fridays too Here you succeed But nothing you will truly be You’ve no love Not one that’s true You know not O what you want Lust and pleasure? Loss and pain? Poor in power Rich by right Where did it turn? From sooth and free What went sour It all was all yours By a elders decree You worked to death Your grades, your faith It always would impress! No hole is this thing Not as easy, not as pure Your trapped in side of a dark fear And truly it is you who is ’ought to here So now meet the face of the race, The race of the free The race you now see When you pulith the trigger nee!