Ghost Of Freedom

I’ve waited all those months
My slavery to end
Longs moments passing by
In dead lock’s arms
I was starving for the light
Behind this door
And when I saw the sun
I felt so small…

Whatever is your face!?
I’ll walk this trace!
If Freedom is your name
I’ll find the way!

The ghost of last December
Is chasing all my dreams
I just cannot remember
From where it all begins…

I have no guilt inside!
No memories of home.
My sins and my reward
Are ghosts!