Freedom is in the air we breath,
without freedom we're stifled.
Freedom should be a way of life,
Like the sea gull flying wild.
Freedom is often seen,
in nature's magic touch on all,
the birds flying south for winter
Autumns leaves drop, say goodbye to fall.
Freedom is taken when bars go up,
whether it is physical or our mind lying.
Freedom feels like being choked,
without oxygen, slowly dying.
So much beauty in being part of freedom
I would be blind, if I could not see
but I can always look inside,
seeing what it is like to feel so free.
Freedom is about having a fair chance,
for us to tell what free feels inside.
Without freedom we already know,
When we give in without a fight.
for freedom is worth fighting for,
I will give it all I believe
Without freedom life has no meaning,
no purpose for freedom to be conceived