Dec 06, 2006 23:37
What do you do with your freedom?
Do you sit around waiting for time to change?
Maybe it will take Bombs from the sky...
what a great life i once had.
What have i done with my freedom?
Never ending records spinning in my room?
Everyday can be something new...
when i work for my passions.
What will i do with the freedom?
Remember all the friends I need to keep
the great communicator i will be
I imagine the bombs stealing what i love.
We can only be human, machines will be machines.
They will never be freedom, Keeping my eyes to the sky.
They say we are born to die, I live to live, and to be born again.