Well why not be free
As soon as I see
The atrocity
Starts inside of me
And sail on about
From inside to out
A wave that is stout
And cresting on doubt
Wouldn’t it be fine
To know all the time
What’s friendly and kind
That’s inside my mind
That opens up wide
A forging riptide
With nothing to hide
So joyful inside
To ride out that wave
A flame and a rave
To dare the damned cave
With nothing to save
But safety within
And outside my skin
This loft on the wind
Is means without end
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