“It’s great to be independent, either for just my own sake or then, living in a country which is, just that” Gun Roswell
Independence
A good feeling, in the back of your very pocket to have
Making your own decisions, thinking for yourself, alas
That kind of position, does not really, come so easily
For yourself, you had to prove your parents most likely
That you could do it without much fighting, or then again
You may have had to push your way through ignorance
Pettiness and all that kind of jazz, to be at the very point
And that was smart, as for the country, which you live in
On this very fine day, those before you, had to prove their
Very worth, while dredging in the dirt, in arms and poor
Conditions no less, most of them refusing to ever confess
To those who would take away their freedom and even lives
Some of them dying in the process, without ever seeing
What they managed to achieve, but on this day we can leave
All doubts outside and when we step into the unknown wide
The in person thing we can never, be taken for granted
Is that one so simple sounding word, of independence
Rantings Of A Third Kind 