We Were Free
There was a time where
We enjoyed little beautiful things
There was a time where
We were happy and free
What are we becoming?
Slowly forgetting ourselves
What are we becoming?
Rapidly losing ourselves
Born with the concept of progressiveness
What are we becoming?
Just to please them
Just to feel in
What are we becoming?
We throw away our chances
Tear them down like old odd pictures
We fire 'em up and then
A part of us takes shape inside
Reminding and clinching where we come from
We were free
Writer/s: Solitude Embroidery
