From runways to roads I’m always travelling alone
My burden is heavy and my heart; as black as coal
An effervescent memory of me, as a rolling row of tumble weed
But am i free, so far from home, so far from home am i free
Looking at the Dark blue sky tonight, I felt the emergence of a tear
With a flicker of my eye, it falls sharply upon my cheek
Embedding itself with an anchored feeling of fear
Causing me turmoil and making me weak
In my mind my dreams fade, becoming fables clearly forgotten
My honesty is heard only as crude truth, as there apples turn rotten
In our lives I promise you will find, that are minds are not free
In fact there clearly defined, and you will see
Our dreams are wishes refined by realities pain in time
So inside we must drive a revolution to a future we foresee
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