Freedom is in our heart
Every time we sing those words
Giving love with each impart
When our feelings are like blizzards
Every love is like the first
Singing truly to our soul
You shall always again thirst
If this one doesn't reach its goal
Feelings are here all around
Some are reaching they're aim
And if love's there to be found
It will start a burning flame
Freedoms are with many marge
Giving hope and a fresh try
And it will again recharge
If you don't ever say goodbye
Feelings aren't safe and sound
Some are bleaching they're claim
And if love is impaired wound
It shall be a waiting game
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem