Freedom
When times get hard I know that we all share the dream I see
This never ending paradise can't be reality
A sweet symphony flowing so harmonically
Time to make a new beginning with transparency
Suspicious people, others thirsty to deceive the poor
Mother help me be more pure
Cause this youth won't stand a life that's so unfair and insecure
Mother help me be more pure
Mother help me be more pure
Sometimes we claim to be all present but it's not enough
Waiting for the time to strike but
When it comes it proves really tough
When you are onshore, behind your door, it's just so comfortable
Take a deep breath, break every wall
Keep running till the moon gets tall
Keep running till the moon gets tall
To make a difference you must struggle, someone out there imitates
Refugees, trafficking and whores the human race commands and hates
We envy, steal and yet we kill
Minor troubles turn the wheel
But babe don't cry but try yes try
The youth still has the wings to fly
Suspicious people, others thirsty to deceive the poor
Mother help me be more pure
Cause this youth won't stand a life that's so unfair and insecure
Mother help me be more pure
Mother help me be more pure
Freedom, freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom, freedom
This never ending paradise can't be reality
A sweet symphony flowing so harmonically
Time to make a new beginning with transparency
Suspicious people, others thirsty to deceive the poor
Mother help me be more pure
Cause this youth won't stand a life that's so unfair and insecure
Mother help me be more pure
Mother help me be more pure
Sometimes we claim to be all present but it's not enough
Waiting for the time to strike but
When it comes it proves really tough
When you are onshore, behind your door, it's just so comfortable
Take a deep breath, break every wall
Keep running till the moon gets tall
Keep running till the moon gets tall
To make a difference you must struggle, someone out there imitates
Refugees, trafficking and whores the human race commands and hates
We envy, steal and yet we kill
Minor troubles turn the wheel
But babe don't cry but try yes try
The youth still has the wings to fly
Suspicious people, others thirsty to deceive the poor
Mother help me be more pure
Cause this youth won't stand a life that's so unfair and insecure
Mother help me be more pure
Mother help me be more pure
Freedom, freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom, freedom
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Writer(s): Achilleas Spais
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