GO FREE

There comes a time in a person's life I'm told, when stories are lived, bought, and sold. This is a song of a man, who never had the time - to be himself, to see himself, to be a friend of mine.

So goes the story of the boy who became a man

Whose whole life was in another person's hand

All this time he took all he could bear

He doesn't know where he's going, but he's gonna get there

All this time he spent neglecting to see that nobody owns his life, no one but he. Would've, could've, should've is all that he could say...it doesn't really matter now for he has gone away

Standing in the middle of nowhere, neither going up nor down, it doesn't really matter now, he's no longer around..