*** Free ***

How I hear my heart, it sing
Of love, peace and wondrous things
Nightingales around me fly
Through the rainbow, up the sky

How I dream I could belong
To a world
Of freedom, voice and songs
Where dandelions grow everywhere
Always a cool breeze smooth and fair

Never a stranger in my sight
Blocking my free and endless flight
By the trail I steadily go
Letting my inner colors show

How I wish that I could break
The bonds that secure my fate
Never linger in the past
Wishing I am free...

At last.