NBD

I shuddered
how many mothers had I met 
how much baited breath had they kept 

Summer time and the living was simple 
back when those doors opened 
not anymore though, not since the industry left 
Maybe thats what caught my eye, a fleeting horizon escaping the sight 
A desperate daughter of communal hype 
In anxious sad searching for prisons of pride 

Freedom, cut me loose
Freedom, freedom, where are you? 

I still don’t understand the plight