In Freedom There is Fear When a close and dear one, is no more, In Freedom there is blood When All you made in life Is washed away in flood; In freedom there is sacrifice When all you claim and own Is taken away without a price; In freedom there is liberty For many just a statue fights, no rights, nor equality; In Freedom there are letters promises and false hopes soon you are in iron fetters; In Freedom I was born I never saw my land I long for its beauty In dewdrops shining In the morn; In Freedom there is a gift treasure not and you find it floating by and adrift; In Freedom there is ease calm and harmony, hold it strong for eternal peace.