Freedom is blasting Bruno Mars and cruising the streets of Singapore in the dead of the night in a Beamer convertible. Hello, life. Tonight I’m a runaway baby (think Bruno Mars). All smiles and loving the blood that’s coursing through my veins, while my thoughts run to places the heart can never reach if it can’t run free.
Freedom is the key to believing that “tomorrow is another day”.
“Oh when I prey, I never stay.”