Freedom is a bicycle
she wears her name with pride
she picked you up and fixed you
on the days you fell and cried
she taught you things you thought you knew
and she reminded you of love
and on the days you fell and cried
she flew and took you high above.
ecstatic visions from the mountain top
around the bend a lake
a forest of ferns and trees so green
she startles you awake
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
Freedom is a bicycle
she wears her name with pride
she picked you up and fixed you
on the days you fell and cried
she taught you things you thought you knew
and she reminded you of love
and on the days you fell and cried
she flew and took you high above.
ecstatic visions from the mountain top
around the bend a lake
a forest of ferns and trees so green
she startles you awake
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