Freedom

When a moment comes of no recall

freedom grips the soul

for after all the past is gone

and ne’er will come again.

But just a moment, yes, indeed

for the heart would backward go,

and remember till no break of day

brings the present into play.

With no reins made to tie the sun

down on the other side

each day the heart must learn again

to put the past aside.

It learns each second, minute, hour,

of each long living day

but unlike mind it cannot

ever gain a passing mark.

The heart, therefore, a drop-out

lives to beat to what was good

and the soul just sits and waits

for a moment of freedom!