So much time,
So much time passed,
So little time left to live.
When life was free of care.
I roll down the windows on the hardtop,
Drop the reins on the old Pontiac,
And let the old girl go where she will.
The radio blasts into the night,
From friends to friends.
I feel the freedom.
In rhythm with the heartbeat of my best friend.
We sing off tune in harmony,
A sacred offering from free hearts,
To the Goddess of Freedom.
Lawrence J.W, Cooper