We Are Not Free
I was born, shorn of my mother
Where freedom was for one, and for another
In a song where I lay strong, ain't this all just a noisy slumber
The voices of freedom are what I call chains,
And this world a door to a cage of past pains
Here I stand, tears they fall, and my sadness remains
A song shalt be sang and a chain shalt hang
A bell heard from above, and from man, a bang
`tis war they say, but from shore the sea hath ran
Listen to the sweet tenderness provided by a breath
Make all last, the cages burst, my hero, death
The glorious nights of hush
Where freedom is what said
When all gates of haven before me are laid
Time will seize, for I will then again respire
To my father, to my brothers enslaved by pain
And to all in its chains, I mean to inspire
In death I am free, in death a thane.
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