unenslaved by the passing moments
beyond the realm of fear and pain
feelings that cannot be spoken
flow freely as the falling rain

and like a bird
we'll fly away
so far away
from yesterday

the passing demons that lay their curses
can't penetrate our certainty
little things that don't mean nothing
now we're abosultely free

i'll remember
things you told me
things you showed me
every day

© abracad 2003