Freedom is a child, on a summer day
Not a care in the world.
She plays with her friends near the bay;
Her blonde hair blowing like flags unfurled.

Throughout her childhood, and into her teens,
Her innocent disposition was stained.
She found out the world was obscene!
And honestly, she was pained.

That girl had to grow up, and find out about life.
Not a thing of her past she'd have undone.
Her life had been simple, lacking in strife,
But all along she treasured one thing -- freedom.