We can all be free with our legs How free can we walk If we do not open up our legs So be free! My worry is not the earth Tripping round is good for the legs What you would find out there Is not a stranger from outter space Neither do i worry about your flesh In the open wild of the wind The damage the rain can on you Water into your bone And leave you out Not to be you Oh no! You are no footmat The closed door of your footpath Drains out all my strength to live I claw into my memeory And cannot find anything rich To compare to your presence And I cannot hate freedom For how then can I hope To open my own legs again