Independence

Freedom/Independence

Dawn is hours off
Yet a new sun will rise
Seconds tick
The masses wait
Not for day’s light
But midnight

This is the stuff
That history is made of
That
Swells the heart of man
Lifts up
In a wind of spirit
Freedom.

A deep yearning, ‘tis.
The suppressed
Filled with new power
But for midnight they wait
To declare
To announce
Freedom!

The strokes
A bell
A dawn of new era
In the darkness of the night
Arise
No whisper,
No murmur
No sentence
But a feeling
A world of emotion
A swirling
The wind
A shout
A roar it is.

Rise up
‘Tis free
The land
The people
‘Tis independence