donderdag 28 augustus 2008


When freedom becomes the awkward stranger
When it’s gone and you feel deceived
When freedom becomes the guest who wouldn’t leave

Couldn’t control the skyline
Freedom moved silent as a mime
Just emerged from the slumps
We stand in front of the gates of equilibrium

Give me the key and I’ll open the door
Lead me the way and I’ll show you more
Take my hand
come with me
we’ll retrieve the feeling we had in our infancy

Freedom is not a simple gesture
It’s the pinnacle of existence
The zenith of being
The zenith of love
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