POETRY in MOTION

The Search for Freedom

Across the seas, I travelled far

To Arab lands so strange to me

I wanted to get away from where

I felt much pain and melancholy

And so, I came to this foreign land

The land where I am a total stranger

I thought that I, at last have freedom

To be what I am and make myself better.

Now, that I'm here, I learned a lot

I learned things in a hard, hard way

I learned to act deaf and learned to stay blind

And I yearn more, much more for freedom.

And then, I came to realize

That there is no freedom here for me

But, my journey here has made me wise

I, now know how I could be free.

I found my freedom, not in here

I travelled far to no avail

It's hard to find it everywhere

For freedom is in my own will... to be free.