Free Heart

You fail to be strong, not to go along
with the stream, which lives and runs,
of watered down dreams, of pointless empty screams,
of vain careers of you and your peers ...of idle fears

The river quiets down and the call of your dream
makes you wonder why and wonder how, and wonder who you are.
But before you notice you're pulled back in the stream
and now you are part of it.

When will you realize, you can't change the fact,
you can't take back, the impulsive act.
When you are near to drown, and you're too drunk to live
when you are down, all you have to give... is give up.

When your bitter memories pull you too deep,
you have to make it pass the dark and pass the shame if you ever get that far.
And at the night before you force yourself to sleep,
you think it is this part of it.

The stinging echo of your will's distant scream
makes you wonder why and wonder how and wonder who you are.
But before you notice you're pulled back in the stream,
and now you are part of it.

The river is flooding, and your heart is shutting down, when your drowning in the sea of faces.
Just live through the art, and convience your heart, your freedom is defined by these open frases, on all the basis, in all the cases.

But now it's too late, your emancipation's gonna have to wait!

The river quiets down and the call of your dream
makes you wonder why and wonder how, and wonder who you are.
But before you notice you're pulled back in the stream,
and now you are part of it.

Somewhere along the river you crashed your dream.
You can blame your mom, blame your dad or blame society,
and when you're drowning you'll finally see:
They all are part of it,
They are only part of it,
Your peers are part of it,
Your fears are part of it,
Your tears are part of it,
You can't run from it.
Every one is part of it.

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