Freedom

I find myself in solitude
when the weekend comes
The things that matter seem
nothing more than the past
Yet the past predicts the future
The more i struggle
The more i grow dissatisfied
As night draws closer
i grow weak and tired
where's the help that was promised me?

* I scream!! Why am i forsaken?
Is it true i'm never alone?
Ev'rything shows i'm broken
i'm vulnarable and open
Yet i look to find reason
of why i'm alive and breathing
the reason i still live
in my search for freedom

i look to constitute at end
the things that comes by
All that matters before
brings worthlessness than value
though past predicts future
destiny's in our hand
and time is what's spent
As the day comes to end
the light of tomorrow shines
as new hope brings a new laughter

where can i run to?
what can i hope for?
in search of the freedom
that lies beyond all measure
that words man speak means nothing

words by jamest 2008 2310-005-007