The freedom we chase 

Kids’re so quick to grow up, they dream of being “free”

They race through long grass barefoot, past playgrounds and climbing trees 

They never stop to breathe, or take in any scenes

Twenty summers pass and suddenly they see

The freedom that they longed for was never truly free 

Now they button up their collars 

Pull their laces tight   

Looking over shoulders

For a time when everything was bright