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The Freedom  

I am not feeling alone here
In the midst of deep and dark night
Why should I?
You all are there to set me free
Your tears, praying and hopes
Making me to comes out from the ashes
But not dare to die

The iron rods are making cages
I am burning inside
Lots of thinking and planning
How I can share it
Why should I fear off
Free thinking and speech is my right
How can I insult the prophet?
He is my friend campaign and lover
O’ dear I love you
Come and behold my hands
Set me free from the dark of light
Take me out from this silence
Its killing me inside
I want walk alone
On the golden sands of deserts
O’ dear I love you
Come and behold my hands

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