On My Way to Freedom / I Met Life

Windows down / wind in my hair/
remembering when I was free.
FREE -- a concept that drills deep
into my core. Tangled visions of
what could have been / battle with
reality. I walk alone on broken
glass / closing my mind to pain.
Oblivion carves its way along a
well-worn path. Open roads call
to me. I must heed its call. I feel
the coolness / I feel the rush.
Fields of wild blossoms blur past.
A mixture of color and scent. Hair
whips across my face / a taste of
freedom in my mouth / on my way
to FREE.