On bended knee is no way is no way to be free...
Liftin' up an empty cup, I ask silently
if all my destinations will accept the one that's me...
So I can breathe...
Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere...
Underneath my being is a road that disappears
Late at night, I hear the trees; they're singin' with the dead...
Overhead...~~Eddie Vedder
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