Freedom

I will not follow you, my bird,

I will not follow you.

I would not breathe a word, my bird,

To bring thee here anew.

I love the free in thee, my bird,

The lure of freedom drew;

The light you fly toward, my bird,

I fly with thee unto.

And there we yet will meet, my bird,

Though far I go from you

Where in the light outpoured, my bird,

Are love and freedom too.