FREEDOM
Grew up by the railroad,
counting all the trains.
View from my living room,
only roads and open field.
I loved to see the clouds gathered,
loved to feel the sound of rain.
This wasn’t much, but on the 4th floor
I called this luck a home.
Living room view was my freedom,
where fields touch the clouds.
Forever in that state of mind,
free from sadness and lies.
Take me home because in that view I want to fade.
Take me home because the world is an empty place.
Take me home where I can cuddle until I die.
Just take me home Peter Pan,
I promise I’ll behave.
Clouds tell me the truth about the wind,
telling me he will bring the rain.
Well wind doesn’t know I was born in the rain,
on the same station where she took the train.
She walked away from the rain.
Walked away from the pain.
Walked away with train.
Making her a part in history.
All in vain.
Take me home because in that view I want to fade.
Take me home because the world is an empty place.
Take me home where I can cuddle until I die.
Just take me home Peter Pan,
I promise I’ll behave.
When I get home, I’ll start over.
When I get home, I’ll be sober.
I’ll tell everybody that I care.
I’ll paint my soul without a scare.
When I get home, I’ll tell my mother I love her.
When I get home, I’ll tell the old man hi.
Because it doesn’t matter how much I run,
there is someone who makes my song sung.
Take me home because in that view I want to fade.
Take me home because the world is an empty place.
Take me home where I can cuddle until I die.
Just take me home Peter Pan,
I promise I’ll behave.
Rain Bordo 