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Closet Space



Its hard,

living in the closet for so long.

You can take that one way

or another

doesn't really matter.

Maybe it's time we came out

getting kinda crowded in there.



But society wants you in that box,

the door kept closed with rusty locks.

"Freedom of expression" is just so many words

they don't want to listen, you won't be heard.



To Hell with those who don't understand

its time we take a stand

we are who we are and proud to be,

Freedom lovers in a shut society.



But society doesn't acknowledge you're there

They will not hear, They do not care

Shout out loud "but I was born free"

"I am not you, I am only me"

Then watch them continue blithely on

ignoring your tedious siren song



Well I say, "Its time to hit em below the belt"

Not where their endowment plan rests

but where they carry all their baggage,

Right in the seat of their pants.



Does that break your shackles ?

...Does is set you free ?

Do you feel alive ?

Part of society ?

Or have you stooped,

as low as they can.

Have you started to ignore,

Your fellow man ?



So are you telling me,

Hiding in the closet

is where to stay,

Could there be no future today?

I hope not for the world's sake

time to start giving

and get off the take,

Give us a chance to breathe

and let us believe,

In love, peace, and harmony.



But are you in a box,

held with rusty locks

or are you free

because they cannot see ?

"Freedom of expression"

is just so many words

because it stands unseen

beneath the blinkered herd.

Can we make them understand

that real life is far more grand ?



I just don't know anymore

maybe its time to close the door

throw away the key,

Buried behind the ruins of society.



Collaboration

by

The Yabs and PassionateRider