Freedom

Karen Rose

NOTES: I wrote this when I was 16.

Invisible air, blowing free

The kind of freedom I want for me

No expectation or worry or chore

Just freedom, happiness and nothing more

Happy bird, spreading its wings

Chirping, playing and starting to sing

Free as the wind it joins with in grace

Freedom, there is, in me, no trace

Living, moving, changing sea

Gentle or roaring but always free

Swirling, tumbling, high tides or low

No one telling it yes or no

As free as the wind the birds and the sea

That's the kind of freedom I wich for me

No expectation or worry or chore

Just freedom, happiness and nothing more