Freedom
Oh, for that perfect freedom Freedom to be free of the past Past mistakes, sins, and fears Fears that only hold us in slavery Slavery
Oh, for that perfect freedom Freedom to be free of the past Past mistakes, sins, and fears Fears that only hold us in slavery Slavery
One dreary Monday morning Morning on which I was dreaming Dreaming of a far better world World outside this big shop window Window to a
Now, Debbie and Daniel lived in park A park just full of beautiful things In the middle was a big pond A pond which all
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