I long to run, to touch the sky. 
To freely come and go before I die. 
I am tired of this world with its ups and downs. 
With the winds blowing sideways its a hard fall down. 
Take me to a land of peace where love is all around! 

Take this hard stuff from my mind and spare me all thats wrong. 
Freedom is an easy word to say but few will ever feel, 
the winds blowing wildly through the sky. 
Freedom, what does it mean? 

It's a world filled with laughter where people never cry. 
Freedom is a feeling. Freedom is a dream come true.
Freedom can some day happen in another place in time. 
I love to take my mind away a million times a day.
 
I love to see myself alone on a bright and sunny day. 
One day soon my time will finally come, 
when all the things I dream about 
will all at once come true. 

The time will come when I need it most 
when freedom will see me through.