Freedom is a bird swooping thought the white fluffy clouds.
The blue see-through sky.
With out a care in the world.
Like a rose bud in April opening its red glossy petals.
To be like the wind and blow any way you want.
To be safe and secure and not scared.
Thats what my heart tells me freedom is and that is how one day i wish to feel.
To be free, to hold it in your hands.
Freedom is hope and joy.
Freedom is life if we make it so.
