What is freedom? What's the price?
It's cost, it's price
So high, yet we fail in keeping it
Because we weren't the ones who fought
To bring it, we often take it for granted.
Freedom, what a gift
We have often looked down on it
But what I noticed is, in its absence,
We then start to crave for it,
If we so much cherished it at first,
We won't loose it
Cherish what you have totally with all you have
Freedom, it's hard to come by
Some people fought for the freedom some of us
Are misusing now,
Some worked led, some , some died
Even if you don't value it
Maybe you can keep it in solidarity
For those who paid the huge price.
Ever thought about the Cost of Freedom?
Think... think... think and ask yourself
What is the cost of freedom?