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![]() FREEDOM LAND There's a man on the bench with a bottle in his hand Doesn't he know how to act in this pleasant land Smart in appearance in his beaten down cloths He talks to his wine and nobody knows To proud to beg doesn't ask for a hand But your always find him lost in our land Surrounded by bags that are holding his world No longer regarded no longer held To proud to beg doesn't ask for a hand But your always find him lost in our land Was it all in anger Was it all in vain Was it just a waste of time That no one now will claim Did they get a thank you Did they read it on a sign Did they get a welcome back Was it all a waste of time The man on the bench he sits with a smile Lost in his thoughts he reflects for a while Fought for this land with he's brothers in arms For our children's dreams to come to no harm To proud to beg doesn't ask for a hand But your always find him lost in our land Was it all in anger Was it all in vain Was it just a waste of time That no one now will claim Did they get a thank you Did they read it on a sign Did they get a welcome back Was it all a waste of time The man on the bench is no longer there I guess no one will notice and no one will care He was lost in the system and left to his own Now finally at peace in a place he calls home He was to proud to beg didn't ask for a hand Still there's more like him lost in our land Was it all in anger Was it all in vain Was it just a waste of time That no one now will claim Did they get a thank you Did they read it on a sign Did they get a welcome back Was it all a waste of time ![]() |
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