Everything speaks freedom

Everything speaks freedom
Turtles, birds

The grasshopper with its violin
The throat of a cat

The sun in its light
Knows that darkness is only the night

Everything sings of freedom
Especially when the music plays loud

Especially when the dancers stamp their feet
It frightens only the weak

Only the humbucker in a filed
Sitting on a stalk of dancing wheat

Everything speaks of freedom
How else could it exist

Freedom was found in Genesis
Out of its wood came voices

From the tars released from the grain of something new
Angels flew

Everything speaks of freedom
Even you

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