Your Freedom is to steel Your Mind
And make your own choice to fight
For what you truly think You Are,
With neither cross nor fallen star.
The Grounds you stand, your own Headmast,
Not to be ruined by the Past
Your Freedom's worth being gripped in fist.
Don't trust your living to the beast!
Your heart is right to own its rate,
Whatever parties, clans who hate
Manifestation of your will.
Just prove You weren't born to kill.
Remember, your own choice is You
As long as you can prove it's true.
Until you fold your arms on chest
On living good, despite the rest
Of them who claim you to belong
To certain kings or their throne.
And when it's time to say goodbye,
No fears will supress your smile.
Since You ARE Free to leave behind
Your Freedom with no beast in mind!
(dedicated to the ones who preferred to be taken to jail rather than to be forced to kill)