Cry For Freedom

I don't know what to imagine
I don't know what to think
Don't know what to inscribe
With this invisible ink

I am dry
As dry as a desert
With no water for supply
To erase the thirst

The thirst to be free
Free from everything
What I hear and what I see
And again be able to sing

I search for help
Help from somebody
To be out of this clutch
And not ever be lonely

I ask everyday
For the freedom I intend
I pray and I pray
For the answer that has no end

Who made me like this?
Who is the one responsible?
Part of me says not to care
And part of me says I should be considerable

I try and hold on
Keeping all the tears to myself
But soon the time will come
When I will have to give it all away

This feeling that is inside
Wants to escape from me
And travel around
To see what it has in store for me

The time may never come
And these thoughts would be shattered
But something called hope exists
Which I have always preserved