Independence
Oh it’s the 5th of July*
I was walking the streets.
Everything’s over.
Everything’s still.
There was still smoke in the sky.
I was holding your hand.
You looked so beautiful.
Your lips start to grin,
Independence.
I think that’s singing I hear,
Of heroes and burdens to bear.
I think there’s hope now,
Light coming through.
Feels like the first of the year.
Eerie, we’re all trying to find,
Where to start over,
And how to begin.
Independence. Independence.
But all the colors are gone,
Only ashes remained.
They’re up to our anklebones.
You pulled me close.
This has been true all along,
Oh we’re not free as we feel.
And dreams aren’t as simple after we win.
Independence.
Independence.
Independence.
Independence came and went.