The Freedom of Mother
With my mom's peace and happiness
Trees and roses were dancing,
Birds and all the seasons were singing,
But today in my mom's misery
And the night has been the longest.
The country and the world are my mother
Today she is crying in our fakes,
Mom's heart and love was beautiful
Now her face is like darkness of the night.
Darkness to make the lights
Good job I have to do for mom,
To sing sweetly, and fight to enemy
My mother is to live in freedom.
Rhythms of joy flowing like sea and ocean
I have to make mother freedom forever,
To her make beautiful and peace
Like the moon of sky, and twinking stars.
When my mom is not joy
I don't even have freedom,
When my mom is not peace
Then I wouldn't always be happiness.
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