Long Live Freedom!

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I'm not a child any more.

I am outraged by sleepy stories.

I know we're all dying,

but I can't find my voice.



But it's my duty to say

I have a right to fight.

So I'll put my voice on paper

and give it for others to find.



They call us fragile,

a future made of glass,

but even the innocent rose

can kill with its thorns.



If I could but speak

six times to be heard.

I know I could at least

get the truth past blind ears.



They call us fragile,

a future made of glass,

but even the innocent rose

can kill with its thorns.



I'll take the bait with a smile.

But later, when I'm away,

I will let one see my face.



They call us fragile,

a future made of glass,

but even the innocent rose

can kill with its thorns.



I will take the pain with a smile.

I will not turn; I will not flinch.

I will shed my petals on the ground

and watch as the world turns white.



They called us fragile,

a future made of glass,

but even innocent children

can persuade freedom to live.





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