Freedom

I would, for all the freedoms born,
give up each one every morn
if in the night I would be free
To stay in your arms and be happy
No numbered loss nor marked dept
could lose or pay what I have kept
Locked tightly in the box of mind
a memory of you, so sweet and kind
that all the world would stare to see
which in the night is clear to me
So go fair freedom, go my choice
And come my lady to rejoice