Always free

Lonely life in the rain
People think still I am sane

When I go step by step
hearing music from the tape

Crying for vain
and bearing the pain

Tears rolling by
which can't be seen as I am shy

I cross the road
which seems way too broad

Alone I sit under the tree
to set myself free

Yes! Oh Yes, free I was
how much ever I was hit on the ass

I had my hands to fly
up above the sky

Under all circumstances
even with bread of few ounces

I dreamt of freedom
of independence and of no boredom

Though lonely, subtle and humble
I was free even in the jungle

Freedom was all I cared
for which everything I dared

I had decided to be always free
After all it was me.