Roads To Freedom
Robin Trower Lyrics


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A gypsy sings, of birds with broken wings
And painted wheels that never roll
Who hears the sighs? Who stole this paradise?
Who took the fire from his soul?

And where are the roads to freedom?
Where is the life his father knew?
Where is the love, where is the joy
And tell me, where are the roads to freedom?

Now truthful life, who hears the soldier cry?
He was a hero of the war
But no one comes near, he sheds a lonely tear
And wonders what it all was for

And where are the roads to freedom?
Where is the life his father knew?
Where is the love, where is the joy
And tell me, where are the roads to freedom?

And where are the roads to freedom?
Where is the life his father knew?




Where is the love, where is the joy
And tell me, where are the roads to freedom?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Robin Trower's "Roads to Freedom" depict the struggles of people who are searching for something that they can't seem to find. The first verse talks about a gypsy who sings of birds with broken wings and painted wheels that never roll. These are symbols of things that are broken or stuck and can't function properly. The gypsy is wondering who stole this paradise and took the fire from his soul. This can be interpreted as a loss of hope or inspiration. He is searching for the roads to freedom, where he can find the life his father knew, love, and joy.


The second verse talks about a soldier who was a hero of the war. He is crying out for someone to hear him, but no one comes near. He wonders what it was all for. This can be interpreted as the hardships of war and the struggle to find purpose afterwards. He is also searching for the roads to freedom, where he can find the life his father knew, love, and joy.


Overall, the song is about the search for freedom, meaning, and purpose in life. It is a reflection of the struggles that people face in their daily lives and their yearning for something more.


Line by Line Meaning

A gypsy sings, of birds with broken wings
A wandering soul sings of creatures that are unable to fly due to their shortcomings.


And painted wheels that never roll
The wheels that are decorated with paint are still but never move forward.


Who hears the sighs? Who stole this paradise?
Who is empathetic towards the sorrowful cries and who is responsible for taking away this idyllic place?


Who took the fire from his soul?
Who robbed him of his passion and drive?


And where are the roads to freedom?
Where can one find the path to liberation?


Where is the life his father knew?
Where is the existence his forebearers enjoyed?


Where is the love, where is the joy
Where are the emotions of adoration and happiness?


And tell me, where are the roads to freedom?
Please reveal to me where I can find my way to emancipation.


Now truthful life, who hears the soldier cry?
In the reality of existence, who listens to the weeping of the warrior?


He was a hero of the war
He had bravely fought for what was right.


But no one comes near, he sheds a lonely tear
Sadly, no one approaches him as he sheds a tear of isolation.


And wonders what it all was for
And questions the purpose of all his efforts.




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Written by: JAMES DEWAR, ROBIN TROWER

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