Promises

A promise to be free
  a promise for good
Yet never explained
  we think it means
Easy street, smooth sailing
  no waves, no storms
No troubles, unending bliss
  this is not what happened
People had to hide
  were they free inside
Inside their life, their head
  did it make a difference
In their heart, their hands
  to see we are loved
To know we are accepted
  to love our neighbor
Turn the other cheek
  does this's plant the seed
What life was meant to be
  instead of turning into
The nightmare we can
  make a difference
If we truly believe
  we have the hard road