Free

It is me it is mine,
Placed right there by the Divine.

Not, by the man whose throned.
It’s from inside me, all alone.

Give it away, if I please.
If not, then ne-er to be released.

Not in life nor in death.
It animates my every breath.

Shackles, walls, bars and fence.
The set of mind, of common sense.

With this sense, it opens doors.
It never stops – ever more.

The crowds, the ideologies,
The edicts and theologies.

The rulers rule with my consent,
With force not given, only lent.

Matters not who runs this place,
Or what perils I may face.

Born and live and die and be,
Always and forever free.