Freedom

(One, two, three)

What do we do with our freedom?
For life we're all like prisons
And like brand new spring blossom
We'll die and fall away
When the year turns autumn
Followin' the rain

So why are our souls in prisons?
In caves to hide away in
With each a will of our own
Why do we keep doing wrong? (I don't know)
But our freedom won't stand alone
Our freedom's what we make of it. (All right?)