Another One

The silence carried by the breeze,
The sweet flow of the river water,
Lying awake in a distant dream,
I ruled my life, my self, my soul.

But times change ,as do our lives.
I am bound by numerous chains.
I want to free myself again.
So,that I could fly,
fly with time and let it take away,
all the burdens.
The grieves, the sadness have
crushed me down.
But I will rise,
like a phoenix from its ashes.
I am not a slave.
God owes me a lot
I played a part in his play.

And now he has to free me,
free me, from my own self.
I will go high with the breeze,
I will go down with the river.
The dream will come true.
And i will rule my life, my self, my soul.
Again.