I ask you not for a fancy cage,
Nor a lifelong of protective care,
Just let me stretch out my feathery wings,
And feel on my face, the taste of the winds.
I ask you not to tame my thoughts,
Nor tie my wild dreams in perfect knots,
Just hand me the map, that once would have been,
And let me tred the paths, though untracked they maybe.
In this life's battlefield, in our freedom fight,
Beings of the universe, let us all unite,
And in unison, lets march towards liberation,
To that ultimate freedom, the golden salvation.
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