Way Of Freedom

I wake to the day it is early and softly raining
The air is cool I have nothing to do, I'm happy
I dreamed of a hill, it had a cloud above it
And I'd like to find it again

Lying alone while the light was breaking over
Turning around to the window and all the shadows
Above it was bright looking down upon me
A quiet night in my home

The way of the world is not the way of freedom
What is remains what is right through a change
To overcome and to be open without a fear to own