The fresh air calls me
Calls me back to my childhood
My youth
My freedom
The fresh air sings of change
Of a lost life
Of better days
Dreams I had forgotten and my
Voice started to come back.
I knew where to go and the
Woods knew how to get me there
The fresh air calls me
Calls me back to my childhood
My youth
My freedom
The fresh air sings of change
Of a lost life
Of better days
Dreams I had forgotten and my
Voice started to come back.
I knew where to go and the
Woods knew how to get me there
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