A Freedom in Itself

And with that, since you're free,
You can fly away, over the sea,
Or to the cloud wall, through it, in it,
Only to learn that the sky's the limit.

The shackle is gone
Little papillon,
And you're no longer anchored to life
(Though I must say, please stay and continue to be my wife).

And in those clouds,
Do what you're allowed
(Which is anything you like).
Don't feel like you have to succumb to early woes, be on strike!

In your freedom, reach for the stars,
They're out there to be grabbed, and held, so far.
And when you grab one, think of me,
Who worked so hard to help you be free.