HOME AND FREE

I’m home and I’m free;

I’m free from bondage.

I’m free to smile – I´m free to frown;

I’m free to tell my word.

The bitter storm of yesterday

Is but a tale I’ve known.

 

I’ve traveled far and I’ve seen things;

Emptiness veiled with desires.

I’ve seen the curse of the skies

Where all that fall are ice and pain;

When warmth is only but a dream,

And singing birds all flee.

 

I’m home and warm – I’m happy too;

The stars I’m free to count at night.

How lovely do our home-birds sing,

How lovely is a smile;

A smile but once not deceptive,

That holds no scorn within.