Is it really Freedom?
Every day is passing
coming closer to the freedom
I have always wanted, but it still seems far
I am not feeling the fear
but I know I will when it’s close
the time of my departure
leaving my people behind, sailing, I am on board
i will have all the happiness
all the adventure, I have been waiting for
my freedom can give everything,
but it cannot buy me a home.
it’s like i am happy but still I am sad
I have chosen this, and I am just glad
at my bravery, to follow my dreams
I know where I will land, it’s my destiny.
“Freedom, has it’s cost
nothing is free, not even a free bird
It still searches around for food and a place called home.
we can fly as high as we want
taking sails, we wished to
But we too want solace and peace in someone’s arms or in our own dreams, which are left undisturbed while we sleep, roaming around will make us tired too, that’s why freedom, it’s not free, it makes us crave for things that we always wanted by our side, our family.”
