From pass the mountains of old The sun arose in vibrant shine Deep into the ocean and lakes Through trees of thick and dense Into the abode of sleeping souls Waking thoughts into boundless life To tell us of freedom and life
Without shackles and binds Without worry or fear With wings that can’t be seen It takes flight everyday To light up most awaiting hearts With radiance of glare It is the ‘job’ entrusted upon it
Tell it not, to cry or smile To dance or sing Tell it not, to stop burning To stop giving light and life Tell it none but burns still Why does it burn in radiance? Why does it come to greet me every dawn?
It is neither bound by time nor fear You can’t tell it to do your will Nor not to do what it does It is free from your command Yet it burns still, so bright and warm ‘It’ is freedom with fiery torch It is free to do it’s job
Flower of wild and crystal lakes Beating hearts without souls With it’s free light Awoke in elegant dance In starry shimmering and silent hunt Alas! They would not exist Without freedom’s gaze