Free

I am the only roadblock holding me back. Do I have what it means to be free?

I am the wings that pierce through the air
I am the one who is free of morality
I am ascending, I am the awaken
Watch me as I rise, do not be mistaken
I once layed in a bottomless pit.
No I sail on a bed of clouds
Continuing on the path that's lit
Good things have come back to those
Those who feel victim, and those who rose
I am not portraying a God, i am rejoicing
For he has freed me
Even after I insisted he needed me
How wrong was I to be so greedy
But he pulled me from the pot of greed,
He saved a soul from a troubled seed
Nevertheless, I held all he seen
Through his mind he lent to mine
To let me fly into the sun
Calling for his daughter and son
But he didn't take me,
He said i was have left be
To show the world what it means to be free.

Author's Note

Free of judgement, free of crime, free of a troubled mind. Though it's still paradoxical, I'm free in time.