Like roses can’t live forever and they’ve been cut by the stem Wild horses run through the fields of choices Have you ever seen a mustang…inside of it You’re free to go Make it on your own But it does not mean that I don’t love you You’re free to live and hopefully we will forgive each other But it does not mean, it will never mean that I don’t love you Because I do
In Manhattan, these raindrops hit me before the ground And those little raindrops, when things get heavy Even they fall from a cloud…from a cloud You’re free to go Make it on your own But it does not mean that I don’t love you You’re free to live and hopefully we will forgive each other But it does not mean, it will never mean that I don’t love you Because I do
You’re free to go Make it on your own But it does not mean that I don’t love you You’re free to live and hopefully we will forgive each other But it does not mean, it will never mean that I don’t love you.