Free

I wake up at night Unsure of what may come sometimes I have walked aimlessly Like a song without a beat I do not know whether I hold instruments of deciet In what I try, in my existing dreams But I know the sun will come up No matter what happens The sun will come up Against the treacherous and vile Although people hold words against me and see in me no light I know I have power Greater than their might I leave my troubles outside my door For the wind to carry and let soar Away from me Setting all my dreams at last free