“It’s in the sky, light or dark,
And in all the clouds and stars it holds;
It’s in the wind and the raindrops,
In the mountains and streams
That ignore man’s partitions,
In the seasons that forever unfold, one into the next.
It echoes from the past, is amplified in the present, And waits for us in the future.
It’s in our dreams; perhaps it is our dream.
It is the very fiber of our hearts.
Freedom.”