Arms of Freedom

there is a romance in the cold, cold air
there is a comfort in the loneliness i bare
there is a beauty in the nightmares at which i stare
there is a solitude in the noises that i hear everywhere

like a dream without a dreamer
like a song without a singer
i let go of realities grasp
and i’m released into the arms of freedom

there is a feeling in the vacuum of our hope
it sucks us in as strangers, blowing us out as smoke
there is something that helps the blind man cope
which we look for our whole lives which we know we’ll never find

like a war without a victor
like a whore without a suitor
i let go of reality’s task
and escape into the arms of freedom

la la lalalalalal
lalalal
llllalal
lalalalal

all is not lost
until my fingers are frost
pride is not swallowed
if it is not choked on

i live now like a liver
not a taker not a giver
i walk now like a walker
not the spineless talker
which i used to be
the man who allowed me to be
that which i am today,
and now i am warm
although i shiver

like a love without a lover
i spread my arms and pretend to fly
let freedom be my guide
let freedom be my guide