FREEDOM

I will not follow you, my bird, I will not follow you. I would not breathe a word, my bird, To bring thee here anew.

I love the free in thee, my bird, The lure of freedom drew; The light you fly toward, my bird, I fly with thee unto.

And there we yet will meet, my bird, Though far I go from you, Where in the light outpoured, my bird, Are love and freedom too.