I used to long for freedom.
To venture to the end of the world.
With nothing but a backpack and
I used to dream of blue skies and
Golden sand at golden hour.
Rolling hills to enjoy the view.
It was all nice and pretty.
Until I realised this freedom didn`t
mean a thing if my heart and soul
were chainded by past traumas, fear
Until I realised that vast mountains
and pretty beaches couldn`t heal.