Foggy misty shaky images
Searching for life in the old torn pages
When last did the real smile laughed
It does seem to be ages
It does seem to be ages
There is so much freedom
But what is that which is trapped
But what is that which is trapped
In some self-made cages
Wish to fly away
Run away to some distant land
Stop the time
And break free of all invisible bondages
Run away to some distant land
Stop the time
And break free of all invisible bondages