HERE
Freedom, sanctified by the whispering wind
Blowing through my mind.
Waiting, for the chance to go anywhere.
Why are the good lost in time?
Forever we are to be one, yet alone.
Moving about in my own dirrection
to where I want to be.
Without you i'm lost, with you i'm found.
With you I can be myself
Without a care in the world
I could fly to freedom.
Can you understand what it means to be free?
Do you care?
Time stands still,
Like water in a pond without a breeze.
Then again, there are treacherous waterws
That we try to cross without Faith,
And we get nowhere
In my mind i'm free sometimes
But my body remains.
And in the same space
Day in, Day out
I am counted
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