Free Man

When a free man walks on the road there's no other person above him Just blue and serene eyes of God just deeply black eyes of sky With same faces with same everyday I don't call it life if the inner vision isn't free I don't call it love if you haven't hugged a tree How many times do you have to born again to find yourself When a free soul's finding out fruth the star's never shown as a jewel Just sparkling tears or something more beautiful Just holy tears for us from above With sore heart with acid rain I don't call it truth If my inner vision doesn't show I don't call it happiness if you must buy it with your anger How many times do you have to born again to find yourself