is it wrong to believe every word
even though i know every word you speak
could very well just be
a trap
created to capture me?

i am my own me
the me ive always wanted to be
the me ive lived my life to see
i am my own kind of me

you know when someone writes a happy poem
it almost as if it doesn't exist to anyone
when someone writes a happy poem
its almost like no one will ever notice it
poetry isn't just depressing
so where is all the happy lines of good times?
where is the happy poetry?
where is that classic good ole
happy endings?

who are you to say i cant be free,
to travel with the wind
living out my dream
no one will hold me back
from being me
so who are you?
to tell me i wont be free?

ill rise with the moon and sleep with the waking sun
ill sing of times where things were good
ill immerse on all the freedom ive got
ill be laughing like there is no tomorrow
ill be running with the birds
and prancing with the fish
ill be as free as i wish

so who are you, tell me
to say i cant be free?
i am my own embodiment
of what I want to be
no one will tell me what to do
ill always be chasing after my dream
running freely like the birds in the sky
and the fish in the sea

ill always be free
in mind and in my physical body
this world, the people, and even me
wont ever hold me back
so run with the animals in the forests of magic
and swim with the fish in the never ending sea
or fly with the birds in a sky that goes as far as you can see
or follow the wind, who has a no idea where it's going

because who are they?
to sit here and tell us,
we cant be free.
...
because what i see
is,
WE can be free.