How long will I yearn for peace?  

How long will I ache for the wind upon my skin?  

To fill my lungs with air once more

To gaze at the sky, longing for redemption 

To dip my feet in cold, misted waters until they turn blue—  

How long, I wonder?

I cannot say, for I do not know.  

For if I did

How sweet would freedom taste?  

How high would I soar on every breath I take?  

How wild would my hair dance in the storm?  

And how pure, how simple

Would happiness be

The very word I speak.