Of Two Beginnings — Pain Of Salvation

She is twelve and I'm only ten buried in this soft mountain of pillows Parents away She asks me have I been touched Have I done the thing with anyone yet Silence - a shy no

And there is nothing That we'd rather share Than that bodily warmth if we'd dare But she's already twelve and I am Just a child WARM AND SHY

She's so OLD - already twelve and I am only ten Than was me, young and free, there and then

Now in the hotel room I lie wondering who I am Never quite as sure after a lie of questioning Finding out at last that freedom is A STATE OF MIND But still not knowing how to get along with this mankind

...finding out at last that freedom is a state of mind...