FREEDOM
Consistent in what we believe: our thoughts tower over our dreams.
Death is what shall be outspoken. In whispers,
the miracle of words is how the new age progresses, but silence is how growth becomes a test.
Silence is what separates us from our flesh.
Death is what shall be outspoken. In whispers,
a vase of glass drips away.
The miracle of words is how the new age progresses, but silence is how growth becomes a test.
Religious gatherings cause gooseflesh, but I am enmeshed.
A vase of glass drips away,
and is caught by my bobeche.
Religious gatherings cause gooseflesh, but I am enmeshed.
It is the world's progress.
Consistent in what we believe: our thoughts tower over our dreams.
Caught by my bobeche;
it is the world's progress.
The miracle of words is how the new age progresses, but silence is how the growth becomes a test.
