Do you want to hear
About the stories behind my eyes?
The freedom melting on my tongue
This freedom tastes like ashes
And the fire still rages
And soon we will rise
And choke them
On these ashes
Of the dreams
That they burned.
Do you want to hear
About the stories behind my eyes?
The freedom melting on my tongue
This freedom tastes like ashes
And the fire still rages
And soon we will rise
And choke them
On these ashes
Of the dreams
That they burned.
i do want to hear the stories 😊