Freedom

Through my window

Who’s stand on their feet

Through my window

Who’s fighting for a dream

Then I forgive,

Seek inside me

Accept yours cravings,

Fill up with ease,

Under the sun

You’re high but weak

Iv paid 2 much

Pressure the need

Take it off n wait for it

It cud have been me It cud have been me

Wounds would heal

Words could kill

The rain still feels so real

Wounds would heal

Words could kill

So bless that I still feel

Through my window

Who’s stand on their feet

Through my window

Who’s’ waiting for me

Why A’s into B, and B’s after C

The less you give

The more you receive

The colour of fear

Now I can see clear

Keep searching in me

No matter how good it seems

Take it off and wait for it

It could have been me

It could have been me

Wounds would heal

Words could kill

The rain still feels so real

Wounds would heal

Words could kill

So bless that I still feel

Through my window

Who’s stand on their feet

Who’s hide in the crowd

Deceiving the self

A little closer

To heaven or hell

Getting too close

Against our will

A little closer

To heaven or hell

Getting so close

Till my freedom is killed

Wounds would heal

Words could kill

The rain still feels so real

Wounds would heal

Words could kill

So bless that I still feel

Wounds would heal

Words could kill

The rain still feels so real

Wounds would heal

Words could kill

So bless that I still feel