Freedom's Curse

What will I do if Freedom comes in guise of satisfaction lost to cruelly pluck all that I love from corners of my wounded heart? And then embrace me for the first, break Illusion's cloudy wings. Encourage growth of feathers flight and let me loose on stranger winds. What will I do if I am lost, In cold and darker swirling mist and flying on a howling storm - across the night, unsafe, alone... I'm tossed clear of all that I knew to give rebirth to other souls - Unrecognized by those who saw Expressions of what once was me? What will I do if I am caught? Impaled upon a sword of ice. Imprisoned by a gaze of man who melts the stars into the light And even then to hear the song that nations sang before they died. To give my heart to one who cares not Anything for who I am.