Craddle of freedom upon two eyes of greenish brown

I never saw a man who looked

With such a wistful eye

Upon that little tent of blue

Which prisoners call the sky.

Man is not free
Until one steps into the light

Until one prays for wanted darkness

And laughs in the eternal night

Man is not free
When one doesn't understand

That make-believe freedom is a prison

And one ends up there self-banned

Man is not free

When one wants sorrow to end

For bliss just loses meaning

When there are no dreams to defend

Man is never free

When one runs from their past

Memories are bittersweet

Past is future, a circle going fast

When in a dilemma

A coin toss reveals your heart to thee

For one decides not what shows

But what one aspires it to be

When one accoplishes their fear

One finds it happiness to be

That's when I solemly hope

Man to be truly free