Poem-A-Day: Day 489

Freedom

Freedom,
come real will. 
Run away when things
don't know why the truth
of new human shadow
is growing storms. 

Believe, 
got to come and arise. 

We'll survive
for the light in a stranger's eyes. 

Make
all the wrong things right believe, 
to believe calling freedom 
will arise to heaven
and we'll survive the day 
and touch the sky.
 
Come, 
and we'll survive. 

Freedom,
come and touch the sky.

Heaven, 
day by day we'll survive
for the day freedom will come,
and touch the sky,
above will come 
and we'll survive for real.