When difficulties abound
And everybody rans helter skelter
Freedom is on the horizon.
When the wind carries secrets like shafts
And the truth nudes itself
Freedom is around the corner.
When a child says in the open
What his mother told him
In the cover of darkness
Freedom is here.
When the elders gather under the atibaba
Drinking and talking so loud
With all their mouths
Freedom is paying off.
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