I Was Alive
I was alive there
In the warm and fresh
Breeze of European air.
I was alive there
Despite the heartbreak and the
Pain of an old relationship’s wear and tear.
I was alive there in the streets
Of Pamplona and Prague.
The places where freedom and adventure meets.
I was alive there in the early morning hours
Stumbling from bars or starting Alpine climbs
Marveling at youth with its passions and powers.

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