I have put my self in there till this very day
The day I awaited for the freedom did I pray?
And now that it\'s dealt with I could finally bend my head
Form the Q\'s and S\'s and the timer\'s heatdead
But as I ascent it one can see a burnt smile
Filled up with a worry, a worry that piles
I feel all is rigmarole and try to peace with the freedom
But the word has lost the sense to it is growing up one of the reasons?...