One thing I know: freedom comes with a price

The only way you can grow is with our sacrifice

Nothing left to lose, but everything to gain

Freedoms cost is nothing but a bit of pain

The right to to reach for the life I wish to pursue

Liberty to be my authentic self, the same for you

To strive and toil, to fight, even to die for that right

These sacred sacrifices we must be willing to plight

Let our freedoms not be idly, passively enjoyed

For they didn’t come easily, and may be destroyed

Once they are stoeln, taken away, forgotten, abused

There’s no guarantee that when needed, they might be refused

The ability to choose one’s fortune is a grand, high responsibility

It takes courage, imagination, grit – it’s power mustn’t be taken lightly

Yet it’s taken for granted; we know it could disappear

Shall we bury our heads in the sand whilst we watch it erode out of ignorance and fear?

Yes, freedom comes with a cost

To attain and keep it from becoming lost —

We must watch, gather, protect it; we must act

Lest it may elude us, for it’s just an ideal, not a fact!