• The chains are gone,
    the moons a-shine,
    here I am,
    Without my binds.
    The jay bird sings,
    and coyote howls.
    The wild is calling,
    I can here it now.
    The air is crisp,
    the night is free,
    and like the Jay bird,
    dear moon,
    I shall sing to thee.
    Thank you, thank you for making me feel free.