Archive | April 10, 2012

Poetry month – Born Free

Born free a heart must wander
Born free a heart must roam
Out there the hills over yonder
Seem to be calling me home

Out there the restless wind blows
That’s where I long to be
I must go where the wind goes
Just like the wind, I was born to be free.

My heart has no chains
The world must be mine to explore
The hills and the plains
Are waiting just outside my door

Don’t wait for my returning
There’s much I have to do
I must follow this yearning
Feed this fire that is burning
I was born to be free.