Where Freedom Lies

Sure, indeed

I talk about freedom

There where freedom lies

Cut into my eyes

A vivid sense of being

Nothing more

Than the act of seeing

Pushed by a feeling

Be it good or bad

I really love you, darling

But I feel so sad

Sad as this lonely guy

On the streets walking by

But something just clicked

There’s nothing wrong with it.

As a result, there’s inspiration

No, it ain’t imitation

It’s more of a revelation

Freedom is my nation.

21.01.2010