That ain't freedom

Though the dust will come 

every time we're about to close;

Though the souls of ghosts

come rambling 

through the door;

Though the sound of arrows takes away

the latest colored glow;

The rainbow stays, 

music that lingers in my ear. 

I can feel the change, 

and it's good, 

as I fall.

Kiss the coin,give it to the man. 

The power of gold,the ever tumbling lies.

That ain't freedom.