• Freedom is known not won
    Its beauty outshines the brightest dawn
    The freedom to love, to dream, to run
    Connected to the world around
    Wonder and beauty run unbound
    Shriven from this purest connection
    From the beauty and protection
    Life loses all direction
    Finding all the world closed to you
    Splendors become so few
    Joy becomes a memory
    Silenced is the world's symphony
    Cut off from a land you can no longer see
    But holding onto the hope that you are free
    You stumble in the darkness of yuor closed mnid
    Trembling and skittish, stricken blind
    every step a potential doom
    Sightless in the shrouding gloom
    But Light eventually returns to you
    Constricted and dim as it may be
    Numbness spreads your body throguh
    and you take a step...two...then three
    and life goes on and on again
    but stil lthere are memories...