Land of the Free

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61832
United States
40° 7' 52.7412" N, 87° 37' 42.636" W

This is the love I lead
It's not a choice, it's not a crime
But a thousand protests later I still
Feel like I'm serving time

This ignorance is pure bliss for you
But yo make these walls close in
You can't lock me in that closet
The roof already caved in

Shout your bigot melody
Composed of bull-headed faith
The wool over your eyes is still
Trying to seal my fate

I wave this flag over my head
Six colors flying high
Shame's not in my vocabulary
The world just might stop passing me by

Keep me in your thoughts and prayers
Or spit at me and scowl
Opinions are opinions but
I can't throw in the towel

But grief hangs just over my head
I remember how evil we are
We've walked ten thousand miles
But we still haven't walked too far

This battle is ongoing, though
I hope it may end one day
I'm having trouble thinking of
The words that would convey

The pain of true abandoment
The depression and the hate
The insults and disgusted glares
From the friends of yesterday

Hell is for the wicked and
The heartless and the cold
It's not for people who fell in love
Who don't happen to fit your mold

We march in time to the drums of life
Hands and heads held high
A call to freedom, hear it ring
The world's gonna stop passing us by

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