I Want to Be Free

Hey diddle-diddle
caught up in the middle,
the baby found a fiddle,
which she played for me.

She twiddled it a little
until she found riddle,
stuck up in the middle,
she’d repeat to me –

I want to be free. I want to be free.

I stepped back
like a heart attack.
Flat on my back
What’d she say to me?

I want to be free. I want to be free.

Her voice was getting louder.
Started sounding prouder.
Rising from the earth
she surrounded me.

I want to be free. I want to be free.

The earth began to quake.
I began to shake.
Something started to break
inside of me.