I live across the border, there, where not many dare to go, because I´m free.

I smoke cigarettes and drink a beer or two, because I´m free.

I go to work every morning, do my best to cope with every day´s problems, because I´m free.


And I am free because I chose to be

Not because someone told me to be

I chose my own path and ways

Some time ago, so many days


And repent not for what I´ve chosen

Because I chose to give rather than take

This freedom I have when I am awake

Transferred on to my children of liberty


Across some border at my own free will


©Carlos di Paulo Zozaya

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