Timothy Weiermann - Losing Freedom

Sweet light fading, sinking the sun
When the stars come to play
You know day’s job is done

Soft air stirring, caressing the tree
When the leaves start to fall
Life’s dusk is what you see

Hard iron steeled, preventing a run
When the cold fences rise
You know your time has come

Future dreams dispelled, we’ve forgotten what was free
As dreams turn to memory
We lose whatever we see

Timothy Weiermann

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