Freedom

Think it was yesterday when I was free

When I had a dream of what I wanted to be

Time has savored the memories thus far

Now will it turn the tide onto me

The books lie, they seldom suffice

The plot that builds and burns the fire

Which the waves could never turn out

Its the misery of this social attire

Moments to look for and to survive

Just when it all ends, will it be goodbye

When the rivers flood and the tides turn

When the battles fought and the battles won

When the ether rises in the sleepy sky

It will be dawn and then I ll fly