Dangerous work,

terrifying bravery,

large burdens on broken backs,

on broken souls;

All things freedom is made of.

Linking arms and sealing fate,

rebellion, disobedience, unity,

bearing another's cross,

fighting for someone you have never known.

Fighting for a life,

a better one,

a free one.

Freedom, freedom,

what is it?

A new start filled with new opportunities

rising from the ashes of an oppressive end.

Entire peoples banding together.

Standing by strangers who share the same goals,

the same passions,

the same fate.

People cut from the same cloth

willing to be woven together until the end.

Freedom, freedom,

what is it?

Freedom

Is a breath of true humanity.