Finding Freedom Part 2

Scorned to live in desperation when all that binds us Can divide our worlds, conquer our destinies, Yet still free our souls. The weak slowly rise To look deep into their own reflections and find The beauty of a paradise borne, an untouched courage Discovered. One word uttered could destroy Childhood fantasies, and rebuild the fortress In which we hold our dearest treasures. The dying embrace their fears, determined to survive. A profound passion walks among unknown friends With leaps of conviction to find in the caves of desire That will and belief, taking all that belonged To a once forgotten innocence, Casting dreams into a sea of adventure. They rise still, finding the freedom in voices amass, Watching the sun awaken in its majestic splendor And paint the destiny to those who disbelieve. One prayer, one hope sung by the desolate To carry a thousand voices....to Freedom!