Freedom

<p>I&#x27;m on the road to freedom<br/>On the road to love<br/>Yonder can you see them<br/>Who they&#x27;re thinking of<br/><br/>I met a rich man on the road, he told me where to go<br/>To get my hands upon some gold, but still I answered no<br/>Cause freedom waits for me ahead, your gold will slow me down<br/>I smiled as I walked on my way, and left him with a frown<br/><br/>I met an old man on the road, his eyes were clear and wise<br/>Can you direct me on my way, to where the answer lies<br/>I&#x27;m looking for the road to freedom so I can be free<br/>He said keep thinking as you walk, and one day you will see<br/><br/>I&#x27;m on the road to freedom, on the road to truth<br/>Yonder can you see them wasting precious youth<br/>I thought as I walked down the road, of what the man had said<br/>It seems to me that what he meant is freedom&#x27;s in your head<br/>The road I walk along is time, it&#x27;s measured out in hours<br/>And now I need not rush along, I stop to see the flowers<br/>Stop to smell the flowers