Freedom is my haritage
Gift of encestors my land my existence
My legecy.
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Many roads are being built,
Days and nights fuse into each other, painting
obscurities of grey:
Leave clues of hue
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If I could write that one poem
If I could imprison laugh and sorrow, riches and poverty, man-mind-earth and hope
If I could find that sorcer's stone
Could have plated with gold
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My Freedom, Your Freedom
Freedom is my haritage
Gift of encestors my land my existence
My legecy.
Freedom is my mind, color of the sky
Protector of ambitions of my brotherhood
A call to soar like a bird
An open stage for all.
Freedom is a promise I gift you
The pleasure in sharing,
My freedom, your freedom, our freedom
Our oath, drive and destiny.