Dreaming of Freedom

I crave the day I can walk outside, feel the fresh breeze, where dreams reside. To sit on my porch, and watch the dawn. Over my own land, where the night is gone.

I crave the peace that freedom brings. The gentle rustle of morning wings. A plot of land, a place to call my own, a sanctuary of earth, roots overgrown.

In my cell, I dream of skies so wide, of endless fields, where I can hide. Away from bars and cold, hard stone, to a place where I am truly alone.

I see the sun rise, golden and bright, casting away the shadows of night. In the country, where life moves slow. And every moment has space to grow.

I crave the silence, the tranquil air. The simple joys, the lack of care. To say, "This is mine," with pride so deep. A promise to keep, a dream to reap.

In the still of my cell, these visions bloom. Chasing away the encroaching gloom. For in my heart, I hold the key. To the life I will build when I am free.

I dream of mornings bathed in light, of owning land, where stars are bright. Of walking freely, no chains, no bars. Guided only by the moon and stars.

I crave freedom, the unchained soul. To break away from this prison's toll. To build a life of hope and grace, In a far-off, peaceful, country place.

So here I sit, in shadows confined. With dreams of the future in my mind. A young man yearning, heart set on flight. To a land of peace, in the soft dawn light.