Freedom Poem by Andrew Daglish
Freedom
As long as rivers meander and brooks keep babbling
I’ll pack my bags and keep on travelling
As long as paths are forged and roads keep winding
I’ll severe the ties that keep on binding
As long as there are hills to roam and sights to see
I’ll be the man with a map who longs to be free
As long as I wake each morning, put two feet on the ground
Then the worlds my oyster, who knows where I’ll be found
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