Down the road I wander pathless
Walking aimless seeking the way
Through the brae and the meadow
Hearing the echo of the silence
Without guidance or blind fear
I will sheer blithely again
From a lane to a wider road
Giving goad to my willful soul
I will stroll ‘till I reach the shore
Where in a mighty roar, freedom cries
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