What would I do if I were free?
What would I see, where would I go?
Under rich green leaves
Or through soft, crisp snow?
Would I feel a gentle breeze on my face
Or feel delicate spider webs intricate as lace?
Run or jump, fly up up,
Goodbye?
Walk and wander from here to yonder?
If there was only joy
And that was how things were paid
Would we be glad and see happier days?
What would there be holding me
Chaining me to the ground
Crushing me, binding me to harsher realer sound?
All I can do is wonder and think of what could be,
For all I trust and all I see are things that have to be me.
Of cold faces and places
Worn out souls and dreams
People cracking and breaking
Threads loose from their seams
Beautiful skin tattered and streaked by tears
And final words people leave for long loved ears.
What would I do if I were free?
What would I see, where would I go?
And would it be better to cut a life at an age and point that happiness knows?
