In the shadows of the mundane, where whispers fade,
Lies the quiet call of freedom, softly sung,
Beneath the layers of days, endlessly laid,
Hearts yearn for the release of a boundless tongue.

The open skies, where dreams find their flight,
Beckon with a promise of uncharted lands,
Each step forward, a reclaiming of the night,
Where courage draws maps with steady hands.

Chains of expectation, invisible yet cold,
Fall away like autumn leaves to the ground,
In the dance of liberation, bold,
The spirit finds strength, unconfined and unbound.

So let us lift our voices, clear and bright,
In the symphony of life, unyielding and true,
Embracing the freedom that is our birthright,
To live, to love, in colors bold and new.