And, even if I’m bound and gagged,
I couldn’t be more free.
My face and body might have sagged,
But, hey, what’s that to me?
It doesn’t matter how I look
But what I am, instead,
And that’s the gist of every book
That ever need be read.
There’s nowhere freedom can’t be found
In any day or age;
It’s present six feet under ground
And in the lions’ cage.
Yet freedom can’t be lost or gained;
For that, it’s simply too ingrained.
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