Freedom – to Me

Fresh steps where I go.
No one’s watching – no one has to know.
Not a house anywhere, not a car, as far as I can see.
That’s Freedom – Freedom – Freedom – to me.

Majestic forests, roaring oceans,
Mountains so tall and deserts that sprawl,
Lands that we preserved belongs to you and me.
They’re Freedom – Freedom – Freedom – to me.
They’re Freedom – Freedom – Freedom – to me.

Somewhere someone’s playing music,
Someone’s planting a tree,
Someone’s flying a model airplane,
Someone’s dreaming a dream
Of Freedom – Freedom – Freedom – to me.
Of Freedom – Freedom – Freedom – to me.

Fresh steps where I go.
Birds and deer are all who have to know.
I walk along and I see:
The things that matter are still here – for you and me.
And they’re still free.
That’s Freedom – Freedom – Freedom – to me.
That’s Freedom – Freedom – Freedom – to me.
Yes, Freedom – Freedom – Freedom – to me.

©  2007  Ingrid Heldt