This City is unmarked on maps,
It's entrance hasn't the road,
Those places are not like traps,
This heaven is all what you want.
It's forest is burning in fame,
This stronghold hasn't the jail,
Ghost-town is hiding itself,
Those people haven't the pain.
In real world, all people are fools.
Violent streets, one step and the fight.
In real city, there are no rules.
Everyday, we have to survive!
Everybody, you're fighting yourself.
You are human, you don`t see faults.
Do you feel me? Feelings in jail.
You`re not free. You're playing your roles!
The City of Freedom
© Copyright: Ильен Коулг, 2011
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