This one day I touch my face,

Smooth is it and I pat it, just in case

Because I had to make it feel alive,

As if it was, beneath the blue sky

As if it was beneath golden sunshine,

Completely comforted and at ease am I

And closed light are my hazel-brown eyes,

As I let this feeling flood my mind

A fleeting comfort such as this,

Could only be seen as definite bliss

But it’s not that simple I suppose and guess,

To feel as though you’re truly blessed

No, not by God, not by man,

But something all-together different than,

This delightful feeling you cannot hold,

And it is, by no means bold

But I must say, remember this well,

This feeling is, your freedom bell.