I have everything I wanted. I am free, my wings are stretching. Yet I grieve. I longed for this for so long. I am obliged to no one -- only myself -- and yet I grieve. I have what I've craved. My legs can walk anywhere I want to go. still I grieve. My fetters are gone, but so is my shelter. My curfew is gone, but so is the care that I'm home safe. This I grieve. I am free and filled with possibility. Yet still -- still I grieve.