When kicking dust into a cloud around my ankles I feel free.
When treading over crunching leaves in a forest I feel free.
When jumping off rocky heights into still waters below I feel free.
When hitching rides from county to county I feel free.
With just an old map and a few dollars crumpled in my pocket I feel free.
When the wind roars violently across the valley I feel free.
When the embers in the stove are the only light I feel free.
When words on the page of worn classics are all that matter I feel free.
When thick snow carpets the ground around me I feel free.
With just my own mind for company I feel free.
