In this forgotten life,
freedom is just a word.
If you think are we the one to make choises with what we want.
we make choises with what is possible,
yet i dont agree.
I want to be free like the wind
And i can barely accept that,
still we re not free.
We have cars, plains and the possibility to vote,
but we are not free!
it makes me sad,
now, looking at the rain i calm down
we musn't forget who we are.
Freedom,
to float on air, to live life,
in every breath...
Gegroet!