There’s a song inside of me
that is breaking to get free.
From where it is chained
night and day in wind and rain
How it longs to be set free
and to howl on the moors pleasantly
then to wander down to some caves and curl up beside a fire of humanity.
Its a feral tide on which this creature hides
never venturing far from home
lest it is caught and given harbour again
It’s the long walk to freedom that this soul desires
not the destination, not the hides
but the journey alone.