LYRIC FOR SALE

By JM Flow

17 and a scalpel in his hand
Preaching how a woman should behave
Two little girls in a photograph
Now he's praying they forgive

Built bridges, built walls around his heart
Loud mouth in a classroom full of boys
Now his son brings his boyfriend home for dinner
He's learning how to hold his tongue

We all get what we need
Not what we want

Oh, freedom
Is a long way home
You live it, you break it, you own it
'Til you let it go
Oh, freedom
Isn't free at all

White lines on a perfect blueprint
She drew borders no one could cross
Now her daughter's dancing to a cumbia
With a Mexican man she called "love"

Patricia's three years old
Says she had three sons on a farm before
Roland's 80, eyes closed
No angels, no devils, no more wars
He's ready, he's ready to go
He won't be coming back no more

We are the students
We are the test
We are the lesson
We never learned

Oh, freedom
Is a long way home
You live it, you break it, you own it
'Til you let it go

It's all part of the learning curve
'Til you learn...