Freedom is
coming
In front of
me
Like an old
lost kin
That rests
at home
Thought we do
not see
Freedom,
When smells
like golden breeze
Feels something
in between
The wild
and sweetest swing
Freedom,
On certain
company
Living day
by day some risks
Feeling gone
away for hours
Freedom,
Keeps you
round on twist
When you
live the life you love
And you
love the life you live
(para Arti)
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