Free

Commotion and emotion all around me,
I wanna fly across the world like the wind and be free.

I wanna be the tallest most beautiful tree in a secret place,
where lovers come to get away from the world,
where a young artist comes to paint.

I wanna be in a lost forgotten world,
unentered by those who so rudely judge because they don't understand,
and what they don't understand, they fear.

Come to me and cry,
to talk and to share your difference.

For I am not understood by most but am still held on to so tight.

The more you are misunderstood,  the more I believe you understand.

Aha and that you still must decide yourself, does that make you free?