Tree of Freedom

Kept away from daylight

Deprived from all the songs I loved

These walls may hold my body captive,

But my soul is attending every sunset

This is the hardest way there was to walk,

But nothing I regretOur death would only be the only thing they're praying for,

Time won't force us to surrender,

Their crippled freedom is not the one we're longing for,

As all else failed we raised our fists and weapons,

Not born as soldiers, but driven to the endThese wounds will be like memories, enhancing my existence

And our scars shall be the seals of freedom

I know that time heals nothing

Never casting down my eyes before the tyrant's throneI know that our screams will sound out to the world,

Our blood will be like water for the tree of freedom