Free Bird

There are so many treasures
that we can measure,
and give us pleasure.

But theres one thing.....
That is freedom,
We expect from near and dear
Lets try not to tear!

Bound by the circle of love,
Like the sweet dove,
Flying high up in the air.
Is it so fair,
that people dont dare
Or care, about the latter's conscience??

Then when bound,
My heart flares....
As the sheath and shackle of love,
Turns into a mere wall of fire.
Crossing that wall is a game,
The game of sorrow,
The result,
They will know tomorrow...........