f r e e d o m r u n

tar baby
melt under the blue
smile and history
wraps up
all the depths caressing you
the parties ghosts
and you
the unhappy host

beneath the doubtful skies
a welcoming
room
lonely and emptied
a spring of flowers
waiting
a summer of joy
derailed

inside the rains fall
afraid and drawn in
this journey
is about to begin

away from all that hurts
and dissapointments
faded like a winters
coat

a pure journey
the last hope