I never knew what freedom really was.
I knew comfort and I found that to be sweet.
But for every time I sought out a soft embrace or a consoling word.
I could never find the opportunity for myself to grow.

It's been tough, but I know I made the right choice,
A small shoot of grass out of the cracked dry pavement.
It will widen and grow, cracking until nature bursts forth and I begin to live again.

I'm free now, and I intended to keep it that way.