This soul has no weight, no shape, no age.It was born out of anger, out of any mental cage.It’s free from the dust you collected for years,no pain, no joy, no subtle fears.The day will come for it to be free,oh, its beautiful coloursthat day you’ll see.

This soul has no weight, 
no shape, no age.
It was born out of anger, 
out of any mental cage.
It’s free from the dust 
you collected for years,
no pain, no joy, 
no subtle fears.
The day will come 
for it to be free,
oh, its beautiful colours
that day you’ll see.