Here comes the freedom bird
The months are now gone
No more days and no wake ups
Back to the world once again
The stench of the land fermented
That wafts in the air, intensely
Blanketing every day here
Putrefying the senses
Soon to be paroled for time done
A liability dealt as a citizen
To depart this strange world
And find the familiar gone
There is no rehabilitation
For this offender is hardened
Unable to revert to a past
That lost its naïve perceptions
The screaming engines howl
As if mourning cries of regret
For freedom given to others
Enslaves they who come to call
Here comes the freedom bird
The months are now gone
No more days and no wake ups
Back to the world once again