Things got real I ran
Wondering if I had what it takes to be a man
Thinking I was cut from that stock
I'd listen all day
But when it came time to walk
I would stumble in and out of that blue
Only fear I had was hearing half of the story
Yeah freedom is where we are standing
Something is wrong
I'd start the day by drawing my conclusions
Only in the moments when I needed belief
To battle what I thought was confusion
I'd come to find my struggle was hearing myself speak
In the wind like a promise meant nothing
Speaking like a promise meant nothing
Yeah freedom is where we are standing
Something is wrong
Yeah freedom is where we are standing
Something is desperately wrong
Yeah freedom is where we are standing
Something is wrong
Yeah freedom is where we are standing
Something is desperately wrong