Freedom, you are an elusive bird,
You tell me that freedom means,
The right to express myself!
The right to sing loudly,
To move wherever I wish freely,
Freedom, you don’t mean licence,
But to respect others, to choose,
What will be best for me,
That I should be what I be,
Dear Pa, I want to be a Rock-Star!
Freedom, you mean freedom from
Fear, that I might stand before
You without trembling! to be
What I want to be, a flame
To ignite young minds to be
What they will be, a bright star in the sky!
Freedom, you free me from
The shackles of slavery, from
Tradition, custom and ritual,and superstition,
That I might be different from you!
I will be what I want to be!
Freedom, you guide me to the stars,
Of thought and new ideas and dreams,
That I might strive to be what
I wish to be! You tell me best,
That I might be what I can be,
An engineer, or a teacher to lead others!
Freedom you free me from fear,
To speak my mind, and sing my heart’s elation
And go where I like! You give me joy to live,
Not as a slave to custom and tradition, but
A maker of mine own rules , customs and destiny!
I will be a drummer or a singer!
Freedom you are surely an elusive fairy,
To guide me through immense possibilities, to
Invent what I want, to travel back in time,
To view the future, of what the world might be!
You have taught me that I am the maker
Of mine own destiny, and fate.