Freedom


A baby bird begins to fly,
let freedom ring up in the sky,
she sews her seeds upon the earth,
frees us all from our birth.

The flowers have bloomed,
and the trees will sway,
a beautiful creature,
takes our breath away.

Pensitive people, never content,
now that we know,
she was heavenly sent.

So now we know,
we have our race,
the world is now, a better place.

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