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The Fire of Freedom

Coming is a time When words won't do it. When the pen's no longer Stronger than the bullet. Coming is a time When the price of life Is your own survival. Coming is a time Of death and violence. Lines in the sand Will be drawn by tyrants Soon to be crossed for the cause By freedom fighters. Lives will be lost in The crossfire. Vows will be broken As sides will be chosen. True colors will show And lies will be spoken. The nights will be bleak Until dawn lets hope in. Going are the days of Our complacence. Growing are the days of Our impatience. Coming are the days of Our own changes. There will come a time When ideas won't do it, But this is a movement Beyond stopping. We will be there When the bombs Start dropping, And we will be there As the smoke Starts rising From the homes that We used to Live our lives in; Following the light That will always Guide us; Feeding the spirit That defines us And the fire of freedom That burns inside us.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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