If I ever write my ode to freedom It will be in prose that chimes with me It would be a simple ode to freedom Not pretentious, but with dignity I would like to think that freedom is More than just a word In grand and lofty language Odes to freedom often go unheard If I ever wrote my ode to freedom Being privileged and spoilt for choice Then I fear that you would be suspicious Of the cause to which I'd lend my voice It's elusive and it's hard to hold It's a fleeting thing That's why there is no ode to freedom truly worth remembering I wish someone would write an ode to freedom that we all could sing