The Song of Freedom
Tired of all the patient labour
Pushing through the crowd
Obeying his master’s whips
Without a single sound.
Wondering when he’ll be free again
As free as freedom was before
Not like this, not like a slave
But when he was free in his heart’s core.
Nature, sad to see him there
Sang to him every single night
He couldn’t sleep, she sang to him
Of the pretty birds in flight.
She sang to him, the song of freedom
Which made his yearning even more
For the valleys green and lakes blue
For the places he had lived before.
Before he was captured and brought to the city
Brought to the city for the men, to work
Who’d shown him nothing but unkindness
In the place where nightmares lurk.
Freedom is what he wants, freedom is what he needs
To grow as young as he once was again.
Till at last one day he was set free
For they needed him no more
He jumped for happiness, he neighed for joy
For now he could have freedom, as freedom was before.
Now he could see the deep blue sky
And eat the lush green grass more
He was back to the place where he was born
A place where no man had ever set foot before.
It was the place he loved the most
Where he could hear sweet Nature sing
The song of freedom that she sang
Was echoed by the birds’ twittering
The leaves’ rustling, the wind’s whispering
And the sound of the lakes waves lapping on the shore
For now he had freedom, as freedom was before.