Freedom

In the realm of boundless skies, I sing,

A hymn of liberty, on freedom's wing.

With words unshackled, my soul takes flight,

To dance upon the winds, in pure delight.

Freedom, a flame that ignites the heart,

A beacon guiding us from shadows apart.

It's the gentle breeze that whispers dreams,

And the roaring tempest that breaks old regimes.

In its embrace, the oppressed find release,

Their shackles shattered, their spirits find peace.

No walls can confine the spirit untamed,

For freedom knows no master, no chain.

It's the voice of truth, boldly spoken loud,

That echoes through valleys, piercing the shroud.

It's the right to think, to question, to explore,

To seek the unknown, to learn and adore.

Freedom paints a canvas with vibrant hues,

Where diversity thrives and differences fuse.

It's the symphony of voices, harmoniously entwined,

In a chorus that celebrates humankind.

From the depths of history, the brave arise,

Defying oppression, with fire in their eyes.

Through struggles and sacrifice, they pave the way,

For a future where freedom forever holds sway.

But freedom is fragile, it must be defended,

For tyrants will rise, seeking power untended.

In unity we stand, hearts interweaved,

Guardians of liberty, by conviction cleaved.

So let us cherish freedom, in each breath we take,

For it's a precious gift, not granted by mistake.

With courage and compassion, let's nurture its flame,

And let freedom's anthem resound, forever untamed.