I will not follow you, my bird
I will not follow you
I would not breath a word, my bird
To bring thee here anew

I love the free in thee, my bird
The lure of freedom drew
The light you fly toward, my bird
I fly with thee unto

And there we yet will meet, my bird
Though far I go from you
Where in the light outpoured, my bird
Are love and freedom too


Postat av: Hey

They are crying!

They are dying!

They are lying

On the minefield.

They are helpless!

They are fearless!

They are restless

Without your kind.

Freedom of hearing,

Freedom of learning,

Freedom of speaking,

All they want!

Freedom to live,

Freedom to love,

Freedom to dream,

Believe in heart.

2010-11-05 @ 00:35:16

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