"Little Freedom"

Taking my own hand
   in search of a way out
something calling from heartland
  something I know little about
The new life needs birthing
  you can't hold me back now
my soul's returned to searching
  not sure why or how
prepared to be shot down
  dropping an old & rusty shield
I'm walking over land mines
  to free myself from what I've held
Got angels to watch me close
  They'll be here when I come home
The birds need to fly free
  from the entrapments of a dome