I believe in freedom,
In my ability to dream,
In true love that never lasts,
In re-living a thousand pasts,
I believe in the winds that carry,
And the soul that guides me,
In hope that has been forgotten,
The tragedy of innocence rotten,
I long for the taste of love again,
I force it when I have no heart to lend,
I believe in the America my Father praised,
The swings and fences on which I was raised,
The purity and love of my beautiful Mother,
The wisdom shared in the words of my Brother,
I believe in returning to that sweet little home,
In which my tiny feet used to roam,
With such endless possibilities,
I believe in the hope my youth still frees.