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
I've paid top much
Pressure the needs
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 blessed that I still feel

Through my window
Who’s stand on their feet
Through my window
Who’s waiting for me
Why A is into B, and B is 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 blessed 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 blessed that I still feel