Freedom's

Whether is the treasure of our hearts

Wonder is a belife that tears us apart
Untill a feather falls in love with
The ground is  about lust
And the air is one
And the wind has too
 breath as three
The words are for the ambient air

The breeze is submissive
The truth subjective

In the darkness it sneaks
Threw the wind of the trees
Has it all really been
Just a breath
Only in
Belife in wonder is all a blunder

Make way threw threw croud
Only out
Only out