To be free
If, I could stand on a mountain, and I can see as far as I can see.
If, I could swim in the ocean, and have the waves rush over me.
If, at night I could hear the wolf howling, as it echoes through the trees.
If, I could run through the forest, and have the leaves crushed under my feet.
If, there’s nothing holding me, then this – must be what it feels like – to be free.
BY LENNY JAYNES
