Strength left and will is gone.
The exuberant youth deserts the streets,
And confines himself like a prisoned one.
But when found the peace he sought...
He marched through the open door,
Ran through the broken walls.
And held his head up in the sky,
Lifting himself unburdened
As the oceans that widely measures,
And the rivers that flow unhindered.
Let the passion and desires inside us
Overpower all chains and fetters,
Till we escape to the realm of freedom.
The swelling of the sound of horror
Melts thru prevailing shadows,
The gloom that follow this era
Fades at every glimpse of freedom...
Let's march thru open doors
And run thru broken walls.
Holding our heads up in the sky
Lifting ourselfs unburdened.
As we linger at freedom shores,
There calls a billowing voice at us;
'for me your soul was made
-and the liberty you always craved
has now made u become...
Like the oceans that widely measures
And the rivers that flows unblocked.
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