I miss the days of my freedom

My nights under the stars

My days in the fields of

Flowers blooming in spring

of warmth and dews

I miss the days of my freedom

The times when my eyes could

wander where I want

The time when my feet could

wander where it could

take me

I miss the days of my freedom

When I could smell

the fragrance of the

crushed grass

When I could taste the

sweetness of fresh water

from the river flowing freely

I miss the days

when I could touch the

clouds

jump over the mountains

and ran with the sunset

till sunrise comes

I miss the days of my

freedom

The time when I could

breathe whenever

I want,

and not whenever I could.