Many times,
Has it been
I've remained tight
I've remained quiet.
I look for that spirit longed,
I have longed for a free soul.
Can they rule me?
A mere wildflower blossoming on a meadow.
Free as it is.
Captured as I am.
Wild is not captive.
This is not freedom.
How can it be freedom?
If not walking on that side is wrong.
And yet,
I've wondered.
If I'm alive, and I'm not free.
Is death my secret answer?
I shall not be the one to end the dream,
To ever become free.
To ever become soul
To ever become myself.
If I can sigh,
And I'm not free,
God bless the one
Who can't even breathe.
Free my words,
Free my spirit.
Free what was once me
Will never be back.
Life is chains.
Death is wings?
Chains attach me,
Wings let me get away...
And what if I had that freedom I long for?
Would I long for life?
Would I long for chains?
I can't tell.
Free! Not.
Free! Not yet.
Free! Is yet to come.
Captivity means less.
Whisper, whisper.
To my ear.
Oh holy air,
From freedom bells singing.
And I took the challenge,
And I loosened myself.
The air made me his,
And made me an eternal flight.
And as I keep wondering,
I wonder once more:
Can I long for freedom?
No, not anymore.
