The mighty elephant stands in the shade of invisible shackles.

So too do I stand, in the cage of
A distant past and painful memories of the present.

Freedom must exist first in the heart and mind;
The spirit must soar,
Albeit on broken wings.
For even caged birds sing
To keep their spirits alive.

Let’s go then- you and I
And find the wind beneath our wings,
That will set us free…
From bitter truths
From painful lies
From sordid tales of husbands and wives
From scarred childhoods to
The cutting scars of teenage years…

Let’s free ourselves from ignorance And cry, “Free At Last..Free At Last.”
Even if we were truly-
The last of the freed, or freedom fighters.