The Other Side

I want to be free, Without a wall's protection, Far out in a desert section, With a roof of winking stars And the cool clean sand below.

I want to be free Of unjust obligations, Of trials and tribulations, And my heart made free of scars; Mind swept clean of what I know.

I want to be free Of the friction all about, Superstition, fear and doubt, Of the gossip and the dirt, And complaints on every side.

I want to be free As a fleecy cloud to roam, With the blue skies for my home, Beyond the range of pain and hurt, Beyond the reach of racing tide.