On bended knee is no way to be free Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently All my destinations will accept the one thats me, So I can breathe... Ive got my indignation, but Im pure in all my thoughts Im alive... Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere Underneath my being is a road that disappeared Late at night I hear the trees, theyre singing with the dead Overhead... Leave it to me as I find a way to be Consider me a satellite, forever orbiting I knew all the rules, but the rules did not know me Guaranteed.
Posted on: Wed, 15 Oct 2014 03:15:53 +0000
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