I wasn’t always free.
The spirit of freedom slowly made its way in,
year after year, removing the shame layer by layer,
until a bare soul and a mind in the open remained.
It made sense; carefree felt and looked better since.
I wasn’t always free.
The spirit of freedom slowly made its way in,
year after year, removing the shame layer by layer,
until a bare soul and a mind in the open remained.
It made sense; carefree felt and looked better since.
