Black Eyes, Blue Heart

Breathe Free

Consider the logic of autonomy
Why translucent trust in your triumphant self
Be fully aware of your passion and know your wealth
It starts in the heart and flows through the mind
And in mine you know I’m prime
To create a rhyme that will have you still in time
Frozen into place until introspection rearrange your space
And give you room to fall from Babylon’s gates
To walk the streets free of stigmas and stereotypes
To be a man and not a series of numbers
To know when you are stumbling without the world seeing
Believing in the idea of contentment
Being synonymous to happiness
Because the presence of wealth don’t regard your health
Breathe in free air
Breathe in free air
Breathe free