What is the purpose of all of this?
Why do we have to fight to be free?
Where do I go?
For hat so I stand?

The beauty of living rely in small things
Things that nobody else see
The emotions are the only one who allows me to be free
My hand touching a tree.

What I am doing here
If not fighting to be free
What else is important
But the beauty of a mountain

Do we all forget about this?
Do we all want to be free?
Are we all the same?

I just think that we are all afraid