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.