I was once so free,
I was a slave to it.
My world was happier than could be,
Brighter than any candle ever lit:
Yet I had this fear
That I would be trapped
Under this atmosphere.
I cried, and laughed
I ran and walked on the dusty
Road called life
But I never made it to back to the industry
Of slavery and strife.
No, this life I live is so free and enchanting
That I am a slave to my own power.
Without any rules or and restricting
Limits: I am like a tower.
I can go higher
Until I fall.
This freedom will never be over
Because I will never fall.