Oh, the desire for freedom, a flame that burns,
A yearning for liberty, a wish that turns,
From political and social freedom to the imagination's call,
Freedom, the ultimate prize, desired by all.
For some, it's a cry for political power,
A need to be heard, a hope to tower,
A chance to be free, to speak their mind,
To break the chains of oppression that bind.
For others, it's a quest for social justice,
A hunger for equality, a cause to trust,
A yearning to be seen, to be treated fair,
To have the same rights as others, to breathe the same air.
And then, there's the freedom of the imagination,
A realm of endless possibilities, an open invitation,
A chance to dream, to create, to explore,
A sanctuary, a solace, forevermore.
For some, it's a yearning to travel the world,
To see new places, to break free, to unfurl,
For others, it's a need to express their art,
To write, to paint, to sing, to impart.
Oh, the desire for freedom, it's a force to behold,
A hope that never dies, a story to be told,
For freedom, the ultimate prize, desired by all,
A yearning to break free, to answer its call.
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