THE HOSTAGE

I have waited and waited for this day
And now it has come like the Sun’s bright ray
But now I am scared through and through
For this freedom is too good to be true.

My friends are waiting across the road
They look as if someone has lifted the load
They had been carrying on their backs day after day
They look relieved, happy, bright and gay.

I have craved and craved to see their faces
I have suffered and yet lived and left traces
For them to know that I am alive
For them to live because I am alive.

But now when I have the chance to go to them
My heart feels leaden and my legs feel lame
Can I handle the change that I will see?
Can they handle the change that has occurred in me?

But when bright light falls and I shield my eye
For the first time I feel relieved that I did not die.
For nothing has changed towards worse or better
For the Sun still rises and sets down later
And love is there to conquer all fear
And the support is there of your near and dear.
And with me a lesson that will trail along
All my remaining life long.

When freedom is there you don’t feel free
But when it comes after oppression to a hostage like me
How scaring it is through and through
For freedom is too good to be true.