I guess we’re not supposed to be free

if all those who love, will someday be grieved.

All in shackles pass too, though with much less adieu,

but I guess we’re not supposed to be free.

Consider the wren, but more, consider his plight.

Think of the train, who does just what is right.

Now turn to within where choice breeds despair.

What to eat? And where to go? Chop my hair,

but who should care? It only gets deeper.

The choice to leave, you say, “What’s the matter?”

They want to be free, but that will hurt you.

so let go of your choice, be un-free too.

I guess we’re not supposed to be free

maybe love is a curse we no longer need.

Your life isn’t easy, so we can make it a breeze,

cuz I guess we’re not supposed to be free.

Move aside for the plan, and a good life.

No more mistakes; at least none by your knife.

Of course this is right, there’s no other way.

Your pleas are not the law, that’s why they won’t stay.

You’re telling them now, “It’s bigger than you.”

And yes, you do mean it. Let’s tame the shrew

whose goal must be selfish. Think of the wren,

safe in his cage, and still free to no end!

I guess we’re not supposed to be free,

for how can they know what sacrifice to make?

No one knows best, and especially not you,

but I guess we’re not supposed to be free.