I guess it's here where pepole post their own songs. And I thought, why not mine?
I've got ackords for this song, I just havn't written them here.
I'm a girl from sweden, 14 years old (My 15th birthday in september)
Please comment, and sorry if there is any wrong spellings. Please let me know. I would love to become a better songwriter!
Straight lines
hold your head up high.
no itching, no pinching.
standing still
you might feel ill.
but tonight it's war time.
and there's nothing else on their minds.
Chorus;
Where is the freedom?
Watching peapole and there's no freedom.
Peapole living under strict orders.
There's no room for freedom.
Were is the freedom?
Brainwashed peapole doesn't have any freedom.
Their minds are all black and cleaned.
There's no time for freedom.
Were is the freedom?
Far away, children marching straight ahead.
Young and old doesn't matter.
They didn't had a chance, chance to get a childhood.
Put down their foots,
Wearing to big boots.
But tonight it's war time.
and there's nothing else on their minds.
Chorus;
Where is the freedom?
Watching peapole and there's no freedom.
Peapole living under strict orders.
There's no room for freedom.
Were is the freedom?
Brainwashed peapole doesn't have any freedom.
Their minds are all black and cleaned.
There's no time for freedom.
Were is the freedom?
They need their freedom.
And somehow, we all know.
We're the only one who can give it back.
What ever we took, we have to give it back.
Let's rise up, we have to do something.
Start movin', stop the fantasy groovin'.
Wake up to the reality.
It's now or ever, actually.
Chorus;
Where is the freedom?
Watching peapole and there's no freedom.
Peapole living under strict orders.
There's no room for freedom.
Were is the freedom?
Brainwashed peapole doesn't have any freedom.
Their minds are all black and cleaned.
There's no time for freedom.
Were is the freedom?
Let's give them their freedom.
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Please don't steal it. I've written it my self, and I'm very pruod over it.
Love, /Lisa.
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