Someday I will run away
And live among the trees
To learn what life may teach me
And what it really means to be free;
Free from all the fear and hate
Of all those dying far away.
But sometimes, I will think of you
When empty shadows call,
And if you ever think of me
Reach down and touch the ground...
I'll wonder what you're feeling
And shout your name into the wind
But to never hear your voice again...
I lay down and sift the earth
How much is my freedom worth?
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