Nothing Could Be More Sweet

The freedom to say
what's on my mind

The freedom to go
wherever I want

The freedom to breathe
fresh morning breeze

On an inviting day,
without someone beside

Me or something
burdening me

The freedom to walk on
My own and smile

By myself, nothing's
Sweeter than the sun

Shining on me or the wind
Kissing my cheeks, nothing

Oh, nothing to me now
Is more sweet

– August 3, 2004, Tuesday