Set me free




May be It's not the time
May be not the moment
May be It's not right
But just for the moment

Let's forget what ought to be
And just let things be
Just for the moment
Hold my hand and set me free

I know deep down you feel it too
And it's not the thing to say
But life didn't promise us roses
It wasn't fair anyway 

Put your feet on the ground 
And feel the earth beneath
Let something change inside you 
Because it would anyway

Look into my eyes
Like you always wanted to
And tell me you're there                                                          
And hear me say the same to you
Because you know I'm there 

Smile at me like you smile from within
A smile that reaches your eyes
Hold my hand
Like you always wanted to
And let's go there 

A place where we are free.. 


Time is not what binds us
Time sets us free
All you need to do is hold my hand

And let us, set each other free.. 

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