Speak To Freedom


And I thought free would be to roam the unafraid

I thought freedom would be found on the next train

I thought freedom would speak as mountains would

Freedom, it said, prefers to be understood

Not found, it slipped throughout the hills

Settled in deep over each water still

And freedom said to me in a voice, shrill

That freedom is not desire

Freedom is not within the hands

Freedom is within the air and wind

Unseen it commands to be felt within

So freedom, she took me by the hand

She brought my eyes made from glass

She brought my feet made of sand

And she told me to stay still and listen to life pass

In cage she still told me

I’d finally become free.




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