when i was young i didn't know how things could be becoming older i understood the mountain wind blows, getting things easy to see makes differences clear between evil and good feared be condemned by society we can not feel we can not move we can not breath sorrow embraces misery covers you and me the freedom is near but it's stealths
i just want to go out, i just want out i just want to reach something more we must nor fall, we must nor stumble and our deeds wouldn't become a gore