I can sail over maintains, soar like a bird,
Over the highest mountains, on a word.
Dream in the sunlight, or dark of the night,
Be a princess or a pauper, when, I write.
There's a voice there to guide me,
Should I stray from the light,
If I listen inside me, when I write.
Free, free, free,
I am free, free.
(Lyrics by Trish 1991)
Trish 2013
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