★─────────★────────★──────────★ Original Lyrics | Musical arrangement in Studio | Audio upload: https://suno.com/s/oNDA6OBe1N9fvGzA | Voice based on my own voice | Cover Art | © Atanne - All rights reserved ★─────────★────────★──────────★ I was born, three floors up, In a flat at the end of the block. My mother stayed at home, My father went to work, Their lives were ruled by the clock. Outside, people gathered to be heard, They claimed the right to choose. They sang of love and peace, They challenged old traditions, They had a lot to lose. Flower power, hand in hand, Music filled the air, Peace was written on the walls, To build a world more fair. I was born in the flower-power era, And though I was raised traditionally, I feel free when I make music, I am a flower-power child, Freedom lives inside of me. Flower power, in my heart, Music fills the air, Peace is written on the walls, And I am always there. © Artanne - 2026
