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And I sing this song for fallen souls,
the one’s not coming home
to tell their wailing mothers now
that they are not alone…
They run their hands through Freedom’s hair
And tell her ‘Don’t be scared…
For it was all to keep you safe that they died
Over there…’

Freedom is a child born of woman and of man,
And she does do with your permission, all it is she can…
She’s no one person’s child, but some say otherwise…
But for anyone to have this child would be quite the prize…
And some men do in houses bright and brilliant to the eye
And keep her locked up for themselves, many men will die.

The men you never seen but write
The laws for you and me…
They keep her locked up in a house
For only them to see…
They give us all a lock of her hair to prove
That she’s alive,
But she belongs to anyone,
Why keep her locked inside?

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We all fear for Freedom’s safety, the walls too tall to see,
Just what is being done to her by people you can’t see…
The streets are filled ten thousand strong
And they demand the proof,
To see young Freedom in all her glory to give the light of truth…
The kings tell men with heavy guns ‘Tell them to go away,
Or half of them won’t make it home to see their kids today…”

‘Give us our child,’ the crowd demands,
but falls down on deaf ears,
and men and women all alike shed patriotic tears…
then the night sky comes alive with fire from the guns.
That filled a thousand boxes up with Freedom’s loyal sons…

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Ten thousand men, now a million strong and take the castle wall,
Briefly blinded by the glitter of the castle halls…
They cry out: ‘Freedom, where are you?’, but there is no reply.
Surely it’s not possible for our Freedom to die…
And true enough, there she sits awake on her bed,
And strong men drop and genuflect and bow their heavy heads.
She says, ‘I need you like you need me, please don’t leave me alone.’
Victorious in the streets, they shout: ‘Our Freedom’s coming home!’

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