Freedom (a trip)

Freedom don't mean a thing
when you have nothing to bring
Back to where you came from
Go ahead, hate your past
But if you don't look back
You can never teeter at
the edge of boredom

Don't worry about your trouble
Just climb out of the rubble,
Thats what I've always done.
And just like a child,
Cry for awhile,
because you can no longer blame anyone.

Pick up your suitcase
Because you feel out of place,
Now you must pick a road to go on,
You can't feel free
Because you can't let it be
You must find a gust of wind to blow on.

Years have past,
But as you know nothing lasts
In this world, without you
It keeps turning,
Your trying to feel,
Your trying to heal,
But this feeling, it keeps on yearning

Now you looked at yourself.
and I do hope this helps,
As you continue to swing,
And do your thing,
No matter when, or wherever
always remember,

That Freedom don't mean a thing