The prison in freedom

< Inguri



I've decided that in whatever happens,
But I will be free and will fly
And my freedom in my chains fettered
Forcing her each time to choose

The voice in your rattle tore freedom I arguing
The blood knocked fists fighting for freedom
I vzyskuya good, always found
mountain The same boundaries drawn me languishing

And I realized that what I call freedom,
He wears slavery in itself, and it is worth and
I believe in the barrier and then spent years
To feet without breaking his jump

And now I seek freedom from freedom
How do I find it, as it is to lose
As truth and falsehood realize the illusory
As the freedom to be, but freedom does not know