In Freedom - Anekdoten

amazed i looked up at the stars

and i wondered how many there are

and the other side seemed so irrelevant to me just like a dream or somewhere between

and the rollers crashed hard on the shore

and the wind blew the songs to my door

the east held the promise of morning

and soon new worlds were born

calling me on — i’m going home

new worlds were born

calling me on…