The Song of Freedom

Freedom from this side of my widow

Looks like peeking out

Into the great wide spaces

Of freedom.

Sometimes I've been afraid 

To open up my door

And walk out into the great open spaces

Of freedom.

What if I lose my way

Like a wide eyes child

In the great wide open spaces

Of freedom?

It's so big out there

And I'm so small.

And what do I know of the ways

Of freedom?

It is not like this land I'm living in - 

With walls and doors and fences

That keep out the winds and rain

Of freedom.

But, oh,

How I'd like to go

Out into the wide open spaces

Of freedom.

And sitting here, 

On my warm window sill, 

I feel a song inside my soul rising up  -

Of freedom.

Children dancing to fiddles

Twirls and colors and light

Old men - wild and unafraid

Of freedom.

No one taught me the melodies or verses

No one here would sing of such things

As stirring and thrilling and vast as this one small thought

Of freedom.

But somehow I know

Like I know the name of my mother

That someday, very soon, I will sing the song

Of freedom.