When I was small I used to stand
with my hand on my heart
and I would sing to you
you were my son and my lover
my father and my brother
I beleived in you
it was so easy then
It was so easy then
but where are you now
it seems like you can't hear me anymore
maybe you're just getting too old
But do you remember
201 years ago
when you were young
how strong you had become
promising every one you sweet gift of freedom,
now you know exactly who I am
I seem to tell you all the time
now tell me some kind of truth about yourself
your life should be as opena s mine
there are children dying for you
that doesn't sound like freedom to me
you keep lyin' about why they're dyin'
when they should be concieved in liberty
Show yourself
show yourself to me
you're the one that told me
remember
you told me I was born to be free