Freedom and Stories Untold

Standing, between the pillars of belief and knowledge
I represent, a stone, for all those who wander.
Reflected in gardens, we are mazes... admired,
for our freedom, but cursed by the somber.

We're born to run with wild horses, soar with eagles... free
those that try to hold us down, stand on the battle ground
there are some who would try, but this is us... this is me,
we can hear our calling, an echoing sound, filling us with light.

To break us from our nature, is to sentence us to death
the call of the wind, our dance, is sewed to our souls
the constant flowing rivers, our everlasting breath...
close your eyes, feel the wind as the thunder rolls.
That is the feeling we long to behold,
mystery, freedom, and stories untold.