Still Fighting
I push on and on in life
I push on and on in life
I fight for my freedom everyday
I fight for my freedom everyday
Yet you hold me back every second
Even though you are no where to be found
I am twenty years old
I am twenty years old
Still fighting for some freedom
Still fighting for some freedom
There will come a day where I stand up
You will not see or hear it coming
I push on and on in life
I fight for my freedom everyday
I am twenty years old
Still fighting for some freedom
This poem was written by Dan Finlayson on Apr 19, 2006.
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Don't worry. Someday soon you'll be able to walk into a grocery store with your head held high and say, "Yes, I will have that 6-pack of beer, and there's nothing anyone can do about it!" :)
Freedom!!!!