What is freedom?

Is it the choices we are free to make?
Is it the paths we are able to take?
Or is it to live devoid of lies?
Our right to be without disguise?

What is freedom?

A wrist, unburdened by chains?
A mind, unblemished by stains?
Or happiness attained by few,
Happiness that pulls us through?

What is freedom?

Perhaps it is the leaf that dances in the breeze,
Or the wind that rushes through the trees,
The wolf, howling its dreadful song,
Or the bird, whose travels are long?

What is freedom?

Perhaps it is the relationships we make,
Rather the relationships we break,
Or maybe ignoring what’s at stake,
Not dwelling on each and every mistake?

What is freedom?

Is the way we choose to live what makes us free?
Not creating the you we expect you to be?
Or siezing the moments before they pass?
Not letting the days escape all to fast?

What is freedom?

Blue tinted sky,
And shining sea,
The crashing waves,
Dance under me.
They break and roar,
And toss the boat,
Which struggles just,
To keep afloat.
Clouds roll about,
Winds shake the sea,
Until the waves,
Rage under me.
They smash and foam,
And splash on deck,
And I'm afraid,
The boat could wreck.
But night won't last,
The sun will rise,
To chase the dark,
Out of the skies.

As the sun dips over the peaceful land,
Where humans and nature live hand in hand,
Amongst the valleys, the rivers, the hills,
Where the birds take flight and their young ones trill,
Here, I make my home.

Underneath the shadowy limbs of trees,
With the trick-ling water, the buzzing bees,
Where the stars are present, be day or night,
And the sun bathes me with his blinding light,
Forever, I will roam.

I remember little before this place,
Not a land or country, a name or face,
I remember only the crippling pain,
The looks of pity, the common disdain,
Nightmares of the past.

Oh, should I come to be forgotten here,
In the land where all live without fear,
I would smile if I we're never found,
I've tasted freedom, I won't be bound,
I live, at last.