For Free

Feathers fall behind this cheap wood

An eagle turns into a fly

No place to spread a wing, too shy

The swan keeps on wearing a hood.

 

A pen is not a pen no more

If ink is sold to those who prey

For everything that you can pay

Your soul is sad your body sore.

 

The wild is beaten until tamed

Fire is cold and just for trade

your right is lost until you write

That wrong is right and sign your name...

 

The cage is here I know you ache

The more you smile I see you fake

This world is small it needs a brush

A string that sings, a loving touch

The rest will take itself to rest

Let us be fine not reach for best

It is in fine that soul can grow

The peace of mind that makes eyes glow...

It is in fine that you can see

That what you need was always free

DS