Tomorrow

Tomorrow We look at Freedom

but we cannot touch it

Fathom what it is to be wrapped in a cloak

of liberty and justice for all

Tomorrow We look at Freedom

shimmering like a Mirage

we cannot see what it really is

A mother letting us learn from

Our mistake

To learn a happier life

We see a bloody knuckled abuser

Sever in its love

Regimenting our success

So we may be successful

Making us trip each step up the mountain

we choose to climb

Tomorrow we look at freedom

And no not what is lost

Or what can be found

Stained in hope and lost in denial

Innocence lost on street corners

And bathroom floors

Tomorrow we look at freedom

And see not an equal

We see a great could be

Surrounded by all that isn’t