domingo, abril 13, 2008


everyone i come across
in cages they bought
they think of me and my wandering
but I'm never what they thought
i've got my indignation
but i'm pure in all my thoughts
i'm alive

wind in my hair
i feel part of everywhere
underneath my being
is a road that disappeared
late at night i hear the trees
they're singing with the dead

leave it to me
as i find a way to be
consider me a satellite
forever orbiting
i knew all the rules
but the rules did not know me