I will sing you a song now of freedom,
Of the wonders of just being free,
So at last you may know on which path you should go
As you learn what it is just to be.
For the real you is not just a mother,
Nor a daughter, a sister or wife,
And it isn't a sage or a worker for wage
Nor the labels you wear throughout life.
There are no roles that you must conform to,
No pattern in which you must fit,
No preordained slot, and like it or not,
No reasons in life to submit!
All the words in this life which describe you,
And the titles that identify,
Are simply man-made so that in life's parade
Other people will know who walks by.
All the rules that you have been obeying,
Just unlearn them, and start off anew,
For it isn't your goal to assume any role,
But to find, and become the real you.
Just release all the names that men gave you,
And begin with your basic design.
It's ok just to be, open up and you'll see
That once free, then all else is sublime!
