Oh, to feel, the love

The moon is rising
on a muggy night;
I walk home
underneath its light.
The approaching autumn
rustles my hair
and I wonder,
are you still there?

I often struggle, I often wonder.
In fact, I will admit I long to feel something,

to maybe hear something,
to know if you're there.
On a night, such as this one,
I feel certain that I would feel you.

I've got everything I want,
I've got everything I need. I’ve got everything
but I don't feel free
and I long to be.
I just want someone to set me free,
free as a bird in the sky,
free, unafraid to die.

There's just something missing,
it's freedom.

But where does the freedom come from?

I look to you, or look for you,
and I think that will set me free,

but I don’t feel free.

It's always the same
at the end of the day;
I take in so much pain
and feel no release.
I'm tied to the ground
by my own troubled mind.

I just can't seem to get any freedom from it;
I feel like I'm trapped, like a caged bird,
that flies around and around, but cannot seem to be free.

I don't know how much more I can take;

I mean there is freedom, right?

It's like I'm running and running, but there's no escape.

My heart has begun to mimic my mind,

to be full and heavy.

I have a picture of freedom, of life, in my mind,

but I cannot seem to grasp it.

I feel like I'm reaching and reaching and trying to grab on to it,

 but I can't.
As I walk in this night,

 I long to feel something,

this freedom, can you give it to me?

What does this freedom look like?

Just like a sailor gazing up at the stars
I'm studying the sky
I can't take my eyes off of it.
All the power of this miracle
is inside of every living thing
and like a sailor being guided home
I know just where to go;
this boat is on a course
heading straight for the harbor
of your love.
No matter how long it takes,
I am following the stars
and I'm feeling the love,
being free in the love.

-NA and KW