Like roses can’t live forever and they’ve been cut by the stem
Wild horses run through the fields of choices
Have you ever seen a mustang…inside of it
You’re free to go
Make it on your own
But it does not mean that I don’t love you
You’re free to live and hopefully we will forgive each other
But it does not mean, it will never mean that I don’t love you
Because I do

In Manhattan, these raindrops hit me before the ground
And those little raindrops, when things get heavy
Even they fall from a cloud…from a cloud
You’re free to go
Make it on your own
But it does not mean that I don’t love you
You’re free to live and hopefully we will forgive each other
But it does not mean, it will never mean that I don’t love you
Because I do

You’re free to go
Make it on your own
But it does not mean that I don’t love you
You’re free to live and hopefully we will forgive each other
But it does not mean, it will never mean that I don’t love you.