What do we do with our freedom?nFor life were all like prisons. nAnd like brand new spring blossom.nWe’ll die and fall away.nWhen the year turns autumn.nFollowin’ the rain.nnSo why are our souls in prison?nIn caves to hide away in.nWith each a will of our own.nWhy do we keep doing wrong? (I don’t know)nBut our freedom wont stand on.nOur freedoms what we make of it. All right?