Is freedom a song from the flying birds in the sky?
Or a desperate one´s prayer, almost forgotten, in the night?
Does freedom mean there are no duties, borders, walls?
Or is this the only way freedom comes?
Oh, it´s been so long,
I think, I´ve forgotten how freedom feels like.
Is it changing like winter to spring ?
Or is it like my record player repeating my favourite song
again and again.
Can it be found where there´s respect and recognition?
Or is it in a steady home?
Is it joy or pain?
Is it young like the first breath of a newborn?
Or old like the search for love?
I guess it´s all at once,
I believe you should feel it to believe.