In Freedom There is Fear
When a close and dear
one, is no more,
In Freedom there is blood
When All you made in life
Is washed away in flood;
In freedom there is sacrifice
When all you claim and own
Is taken away without a price;
In freedom there is liberty
For many just a statue
fights, no rights, nor equality;
In Freedom there are letters
promises and false hopes
soon you are in iron fetters;
In Freedom I was born
I never saw my land
I long for its beauty
In dewdrops shining
In the morn;
In Freedom there is a gift
treasure not and you find
it floating by and adrift;
In Freedom there is ease
calm and harmony, hold
it strong for eternal peace.
