Closed mind
Prejudiced heart
Eyes of apathy
Rules of creed
Sounds of reluctance
Nothing could fence me…
Mortal passions
Morbid arguments
Endorsed ideas
Self pretensions
Accepted rituals
Nothing could harness me…
I am free.
As free as birds of wings,
As free as air that swings.
As free as the music that afloats,
As free as the waves on the blue,
And the rising embers across the shores.
The conflict between –
The agreeable and disagreeable
unties the conscious within.
The Phoenix rises from the frame,
I am your Conscience to reclaim.
