| I see it in your eyes, the surprise in the bar about how far have you come
on your 16 year run. The freedom, the free run of your life now, your eyes
still see walls and bars but not the ones that keep you in, not the ones
that shut out your dreams life lived between the seams. This is home for
the night, this sight of drinks and winks and kinks in your neck from the
16 year wreck behind iron doors. The floors not concrete, not kept neat
and your feet stumble across not sure of where to step. But one step at
a time bro', freedom is just one step at a time. One step, one second, one
minute, one hour, one day, one night, one week, one month, one season, one
year, 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16, at a time bro' your home now. |
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