In Love With Freedom

I. Seeds for the Earth, bread for the early Vines for the fields, their fruits for the ones ready to perish Gates for freedom, walls for a cover Portals unclosed at king's pass They bring us the way forward As ashes of totem gods we renounced Cladding ourselves in God's armor, we peacefully march On our way home to the source, in love with his freedom II. New worlds reborn with no order No laws, no form, no potter No rules, no religions Is this our sketch of freedom? Moorish dooms rehearse themselves No locks, no doors to keep out the legions of wars Is this our portrait of freedom? Knives for claws, guns for unbridled tongues that scourge They speak abominably, they slander, they frame the innocent Their only meditation is grave sin and gloom Who could ever be in love with such a vignette? How could this ever be the true picture of freedom? III. No water, no blood, no sun No life, no spirit, no vessels to run No fire, no drive, no light No healing, no beauty, no revival No joy, no glory, no memories No battles for overcomes that crown us victors No knowledge, no truth, no testimonies No source, no men, no cherubs No love, no energy, no miracles No way, no signal, no time No, how could this ever be freedom?