Freedom? How are you defined?
For I know the world use you in anyway they want
To express their thought, to open their mind
To set their conscience from baggage
To give composure to their idea
To seclude them from prison
To unbound their covered past
To let them in to a place of solace called freedom
But to my life, how are you defined?
I was in a waiting shed, long waiting
My hope is at pause, steadied my eyes at a door
my thought grumbles in silence, my mind is full
My conscience argues, it's been too long
My composure is no longer firm, it bends
This waiting is too much of a seclusion
Will I be bound to this place, and dwell the past?
So in the present and future I will not last?
But the long waiting is no more!
Because somebody knocked on that brown solid door
I opened so quick, my body is agitated
My soul trembled, who is behind that closure?
What I saw, what I hoped for
Freedom's definition was a gift to my endeavor
The long waiting is gone, I'm now free
Because the one on that doorway, she completes me!
