Freedom rides an all bright
white horse with wings,
but you can't see them,
you have to think of them first,
...
I climbed to the highest mountains
and swam across the seas,
thinking what's the universe,
this earth in it,
...
White, all white pigeons
are peace's messengers
into people's minds,
and a flutter in the heart,
...
Freedom
Freedom rides an all bright
white horse with wings,
but you can't see them,
you have to think of them first,
to see them with your mind's eyes
and then put them on, on you.
Freedom is in the mind first,
then in the chains,
many minds melted chains and tamers
and others lock them by themselves.
Some prefer to look the ground
and do as they're told,
the tiger hits the bars
with her head and dies,
the lion doesn't.
I feel terrified at the thought that I may not love you as much as you do.
You aren't only what you do but also what you accept.