Freedom is a bird
with the winds which flies
flapping on its wings
reaching above the skies
A flower that blossoms, at its will,
Its fragrance filling our minds with thrill
An ocean whose waves,
for none they wait,
Taking the sand, off the shore,
in its jolly, bouncing, gait
Its the Golden Sun that gives
its brightness to the leaving Day
Greeting the stars, with happiness,
to have a Night, joyful and gay
Freedom is a happy child
alone, with nothing to bother,
playing around, discovering things,
in the lap of Earth, it's mother
It is when what you do
Bothers no one's praise or taunt,
It is when the Strings of Life
Always play the tunes you want.
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