By: Tasmiyah
Iqbal
There’s still a
longing to run free.
To conquer. To achieve.
To get to the top of the ladder.
To get the best out of myself.
To be able to be right.
To be able to choose the right.
There’s still a longing to run free.
To expand my horizon.
To break from these clutches.
To taste each and every drop of life.
To laugh till I get tears in my eyes.
To love till I die.
To know what is love, to know what is life.
And there’s still a longing to run free.
To explore. To evolve. To nurture.
To touch each and every corner of the world.
To smell all the roses.
To dance in the rain.
To soar high above the sky.
To shout on top of my lungs.
There’s still a longing to run free.
To show the world that I’m not wrong.
To show the world that I can move the oceans.
To actually move the oceans.
To show the world that I care.
To be the change that we all want.
And there’s still a longing to run free.
To be crazy and lame.
And insane.
To make you laugh.
To make you smile.
To cheer you up.
To throw colours everywhere I go.
And there’s still a longing to run free.
To escape from my secret world.
To be the person that I am.
To puke all the guilt away.
To find a better day.
There’s still a longing to run free.
To conquer. To achieve.
To get to the top of the ladder.
To get the best out of myself.
To be able to be right.
To be able to choose the right.
There’s still a longing to run free.
To expand my horizon.
To break from these clutches.
To taste each and every drop of life.
To laugh till I get tears in my eyes.
To love till I die.
To know what is love, to know what is life.
And there’s still a longing to run free.
To explore. To evolve. To nurture.
To touch each and every corner of the world.
To smell all the roses.
To dance in the rain.
To soar high above the sky.
To shout on top of my lungs.
There’s still a longing to run free.
To show the world that I’m not wrong.
To show the world that I can move the oceans.
To actually move the oceans.
To show the world that I care.
To be the change that we all want.
And there’s still a longing to run free.
To be crazy and lame.
And insane.
To make you laugh.
To make you smile.
To cheer you up.
To throw colours everywhere I go.
And there’s still a longing to run free.
To escape from my secret world.
To be the person that I am.
To puke all the guilt away.
To find a better day.
There’s still a longing to run free.
Originally published at: http://tasmay.wordpress.com/2008/05/03/theres-still-a-longingto-run-free/
