Liberating should it be, liberating should it be,

To let light on, thoughts organized severely.

Life blown on the shriveled cold bare mind,

Carefully, yes carefully woven from the  labyrinth.

To let light on, thoughts organized severely,

Liberating should it be, liberating should it be.

Perishable not, hereafter, the ink of dark matter laid,

Carefully, yes carefully spun from the abyss;

An existence never denied, for the fear of ashes.

To let light on, thoughts organized severely,

Liberating should it be, liberating should it be.

Stripping naked sans care of judgement,

Letting the wounds bleed, heal; permitting self.

A soul exposed enigmatic, whilsting the familiar tune, old.!

To let light on, thoughts organized severely,

Liberating should it be, liberating should it be.

Letting the ripple of the air, bring the rhythm;

Watch the puddles take shape, blowing life in.

Liberating should it be, liberating should it be,

To let light on, thoughts organized severely.

                                                                                                         ~J.George

                                                                                                                Chennai, India