I want to fly like a rocket to the moon
Like an astronaut I will rise
On the tips of the moon
Because I am free
I will raise my hands in prayer
I will lift the beacon fire that flickers
In the magical wind
Because I taste freedom
I am like a roaring lion
Ready to pounce and destroy
I will devour and rip apart the flesh
Of my enemies because I am free
I am like a god
I will rule my kingdom
And I will prosper mightily
Because freedom is mine
I am free to reign
I am free
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