Become What I’ve Been

He schemes and he plans,
he finds an answer only he understands.
It shall take one year before he can leave without fear.

But he will still be afraid
of losing himself in this charade.
Blood, sweat and tears.

He dreams today of that of yesterday,
of that which only the free can.
Time shall give him a chance.
So enjoy, the last free dance.

He will carve the path
For those that come last
So his children can look back and see
That he lived and died free.