Speaking In Tongues
Life shouldn’t be a punishment for living
We can’t be regulated by machines
Accustomed to the stupid self-deceiving
Our freedom is a bird of slavish dreams
Where to it flies, avoiding troubles on its way
We never wonder, giving it the flight control
But freedom seeks its master everyday
And always finds the one to rule our soul
Born to believe, we take it as it comes
We don’t waste time on questions that imply
No clear answers; so to speak in tongues
Must be a compromise, in case we reconcile.
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