Freedom

What does it mean
To be as free as a bird
If we can be caught again
As our shriek is heard

Freedom is there
Within our grasp
But it flies away
As the future is past

We’ve been silenced
We’ve been muffled
The memory fades
Have our thoughts been shuffled

To make us believe
What we know isn’t real
As our mind is pummeled
By what we feel

Those carefree times
The complex structure
Burdens our hand
And our simple culture

Simplicity flies,
Soaring away,
Gripping the journey
In which we stay

Freedom, freedom
In the best situation
It is the inception
To a life of redemption