as free as crying soul
enclosed deep in a grave
as free as wounded blood
that runs away from veins
as free as infant’s cry
fleeing the cradle’s frame
as free as breeze & wind
as life that goes away

free as all dweller is
on injustice’s horse
free as a wealthy man
within a cell of greed
as free as he that drags
the chains of his remorse
free as the daily slave
of anger, lust & fear

as free as an oppressor
under history’s glance
free as a child that leaves
the jail of his childhood
free as he that can read
the book of fate & chance
free as she that is free
under misery’s foot

oh wife of mine, is this
your wish of liberty?
my heart, my love, my rose
please: don’t give up on me