The pleasure of freedom,oh so significant,
a freedom to express your inner-voice,
a challenge towards a hypocritical society,
a feeling of solitaire,broadening my horizons,
not a worry in the world,letting it all out,
my body language speaks of freedom,my face tranquils with liberty...

Free,Free,Freedom...

In a pool of self-indulgence,a winding clock as I keep going,
a supplemental vass of compassion,an abstract of composure,
such space revealing all of my thoughts,
the ability to spread my mind towards a symphony of air,
a contracted scent of such liberal feelings,
an itinerary of complete happiness,availed with such positive
tempermental values...

Free,Free,Freedom...

A time of celebration,upon a well artistry of freedom,
ventilated in a world of openess'--a well surfaced sanctum
of spiritual bonding,a breath of tantilizing wind,
summon by the breeze calling me,separating my body from my soul,
swirmed around sacred divine spirits...

A stunning atmosphere of free,free,freedom...


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