I think of the day when i'd be free,
As free as the bird that flies high in the sky
I'd definitely spread my wings so beautifully, it would shine like the star,
I dream of a day when everyone would be free
free to live
free to be happy
and free to love
Its ironic how the only thing that makes you free is what is most deprived in the world.
Sure, the world is ironic
where death is free and life now comes at a cost.
Where happiness is expensive.
And love........ is becoming valueless.
So i scream to friends and foes alike
Be free
Be carefree like a child who laughs his heart out, whose mind is not sentimental
Be free like a deep sleep, like a dream of smiles
Because we are all made to taste freedom.
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