

I was born beneath an open sky,
With a restless heart that wondered why,
Some can dream while others wear their chains,
Some see sunshine, others only rain.
Through every wall, through every fear,
Through every fallen brother's tear,
A whisper rises, strong and true:
Freedom lives in me and you.
Oh, freedom, let your colors fly,
Across the earth, beneath one sky.
Let every heart and every voice Have the right to dream,
the right to choose.
No chains can hold what hope has grown,
No walls can claim the human soul.
Freedom isn't simply doing as we please,
It's standing tall while letting others breathe.
It's speaking truth without becoming cruel,
And knowing strength does not require rule.
And when the darkness fills the street,
When tired souls fall to their knees,
We'll lift each other from the ground,
Until the bells of hope resound.
We are not free
If freedom belongs only to some.
We are not strong
If strength means silencing someone.
Oh, freedom, let your colors fly,
From mountain roads to sky-high heights.
Let every generation know The price that those before us owed.
Raise every voice, let freedom ring,
Let children hear tomorrow sing.
Freedom will live.
Freedom will rise.
Freedom will ring.