Some people walk in rows As they really feel inside Some people breath slowly Afraid to look and cry But my friend your heart calls for freadom My friend your heart cries to heaven Beating hard like a boxer Seems you watch to be seen Some people give it up Injuring his soul with a sharp sword Some people walk alone Free to learn, to live, and to whatever they want But my friend your heart calls for freadom My friend your heart cries to heaven Beating hard like a boxer Seems you watch to be seen