Freedom

Freedom rides an all bright white horse with wings, but you can't see them, you have to think of them first, to see them with your mind's eyes and then put them on, on you. Freedom is in the mind first, then in the chains, many minds melted chains and tamers and others lock them by themselves. Some prefer to look the ground and do as they're told, the tiger hits the bars with her head and dies, the lion doesn't.