words play the tune
the sounds are yours
the colours are mine

you play the tune
the words hold the colours
the sounds are mine

I play the tune
the colours are yours 
the words hold the sound

 lay yourself down beneath the strenght of strings
no voice could hope to hum

freedom is hidden from the drifting refugee

nature does not need your answer

death does not need your hand
 
your romantic dream

the vagueness of your  innocense

or your phony god like scream

this is my birth right

I stood unwound beneath the skies
and clouds unbound by laws
the crying rain like a trumpet sang
and asked for applause