I see the sun behind the caves
Eager to get its freedom
I see the delight in the blossoming face of the clock ready to tick tick tick
I see light deep is the heavy dark
Waiting for just a spark to make it's way
I can hear the sounds of the loudest drums
I can hear chants from the oppressed who enjoy the dying minutes of their stay in the prisons
I see tears and fear behind the glittering faces of the oppressors
they fear us because we are the people
And our Freedom is hovering around the corner
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