freedom isn’t free
it’s locked up inside me
it screams and it bangs
and, for you, it’s a cacophony

freedom isn’t free
it wants to put the feathers on me
it wants to break free
and, for you, it’d be a runaway me

freedom isn’t free
it swears as it counts and reaches three
it knows that it’s just a word
and, for you, it’s not a part of my destiny

free the freedom
just set it free
and you’d see that it’s still me
who’s closer to you, and better than me

Look at this light-show in the clouds. Isn’t it beautiful? 🙂