he was a militant

from the combat

and i could see it in his eyes

he was wild and

a vibrant tomcat

with destination paradise

a compromise

would be a letdown

he said: "the truth remains the same"

and when we sat

the town on fire

he was the bright

igniting flame

she didn´t care about

the fashion

she had a new priority

she was absoutely dazzling

she said the truth had set her free

she is a name

not just a number

the system couldn´t put her down

we called her

"heaven´s little wildcat"

and she was great to be around

he was an isolated loner

he wouldn´t fit in anywhere

he wouldn´t sacrifice his freedom

and no one never really cared

what´s imprisonment

and what is freedom?

is feeling happy all that counts?

well, there are many

types of bondage

and quality is not amount

LARZ GUSTAFSSON  December 7 - 8, 2008