Freedom voice
is freedom in your choice
freedom wind in your hair
Freedom stare
free to hope
free to dream
Turn your whisper
into a scream
free to laugh
free to cry
Freedom live
and with freedom die
Freedom voice
is freedom in your choice
freedom wind in your hair
Freedom stare
free to hope
free to dream
Turn your whisper
into a scream
free to laugh
free to cry
Freedom live
and with freedom die
Why does the rain
tap on the window
when you can't feel it?
Why will it remind you of
the dew drops dancing on the grass blades in early spring,
of August's ocean breeze spraying saltwater in your hair,
Somewhere in my past
a sunny snow day haunts me
the serenity
Feels too cliche
to enjoy
I remember the glances out of the window
on a day that finally feels like spring
because winter can be long and dark
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