Built a bond, and all was right
Made sweet love, each & every night
But somewhere went wrong
Tender care turned to vicious fights
What once was a perfect love song
Has turned to angry battle cries
But was love true, even all along?
It’s time for our independence day
Love turned to war, we built our stores
Start with clever lies and cheap tricks
Sharp insults infect like spores
And we threw lots of stones and sticks
In the middle, little ones we adore
Are prizes to win, it’s all so sick
Past time for our independence day
What has become of you and myself?
What have you done, others say, to yourselves
It’s like we have left our true selves
Up so high on unreachable shelves
They just really have, they say, lost themselves
Deeper into hate we delve and delve
Our sins revealed by sevens then twelves
Well beyond the point of independence day
Even as we tear ourselves quite apart

We are not truly, ever from another free
There is never really, an actual fresh start
Consequences of battle become plainer to see
One of us will suffer, more than the other
It’s cruel and unfair, especially to me
But we both had roles, yet I am smothered
I will never get my independence day
We will forever be locked in this cold war
You will never get your independence day
Even as I grow, more weak and more sore
One day I will rise, bring justice, I pray
I still will find strength, somewhere in my core
One day we will find, some compromise day
But never quite an independence day