I hear a voice call out and I
Must turn around or just go by
Oh heart, stop thumping on my chest
For I must pass, I must not rest.
The world now looks like a big ship
I, a traveler on its tip
Though trials on my face gush through
This path I must, I must pursue.
Those roses, filled of mud they were
And thorns have grown soft petals here
I carry them on my bare hands
I carry them across the sands.
Oh Freedom, you were such a farce
Today, your meaning I do parse
Who wants you when submission's sweet?
With love and peace it is replete.
Across the seas this love pulls me
And that is where I wish to be
With that passion my heart does burn
I wish to go and not return.
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