Freedom
Over the hills, interweaving, Winter's Breath slowly receiding, dancing and singing into the Night, trying to find our Holy Light, casting shadows upon the wall, ghosts of the past walking down the hall. Open your eyes, try to see, the only way to live, is to live Free. Chanting and Smiling, when life gets Hot, a powerful erge to smoke the pot.Lost to be Found, look all around,Move your spirits to the Earth's Sound.
Tarek Nassif
2006