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Sorry For Being Me

Freedom doesn’t disappear all at once.
It’s chipped away one “rule,” one “exception,” one “common sense” change at a time until silence feels normal.

This piece isn’t about left or right. It’s about what happens when any side forgets that power always trades hands. The locks you build today will fit another’s key tomorrow.

“They’ll Have the Keys Too” is a warning and a remembrance for every journalist, soldier, and citizen who’s ever believed that truth and accountability are the backbone of democracy.

It’s not meant to spark fear, but awareness.
Because the moment we believe freedom is safe from ourselves 
that’s the moment it starts slipping away.


They said it was just common sense 
a little order, a little silence,
so the machine could run smooth again.
No need for questions,
no need for light,
just trust the ones who claim to know right.

And people nodded.
Tired, angry, afraid.
They traded their freedom for strength,
and called it peace.
But peace without truth is just sleep.

Every time a door is locked “for safety,”
another voice disappears.
Rules dressed as loyalty
turn fear into law.
Once the locks feel normal,
the keys belong to someone else.

(Chorus)
They’ll have the keys too, someday,
the ones you fear the most.
When the pendulum swings the other way,
you’ll learn what you’ve lost.
Power doesn’t care who prays 
it just loves the cost.
And once the locks are built for them,
they’ll have the keys too.

(Verse 2)
Freedom doesn’t vanish in a crash,
it drifts —
like smoke through the cracks in the news,
through silence in the crowd.
We keep saying, “it can’t happen here,”
even as it happens now.

(Bridge)
I’ve seen men burn the rulebook
to own their foes,
forgetting fire plays no favorites.
I’ve seen people wave flags
that covered their mouths
and still call it devotion.

(Chorus)
They’ll have the keys too, someday,
when the tide turns,
when your heroes fall silent
and your enemies learn
the same dark art
of control by fear 
the locks you built
still working here.

(Outro)
If freedom’s just for friends,
it isn’t freedom at all.
If truth must bow to power,
Or we all will crawl.
Democracy doesn’t die in darkness 
it walks out in daylight,
carrying boxes,
and keeps reporting anyway.

(Final Outro)
So here’s to the ones who carried the light,
who chose truth over comfort,
who packed up their desks
but not their integrity.
They walked out so we’d still know
what freedom sounds like 
the turning of keys,
and the courage to say “no.”






They’ll Have the Keys Too

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