They Call Me Freedom

They call me freedom, a name that's mine,

A force of nature, that's hard to confine,

A breath of fresh air, a ray of light,

A shining star, in the darkest of night.

They call me freedom, and I stand tall,

With each breath I take, I break the wall,

The chains of oppression, fall apart,

For I am freedom, a work of art.

They call me freedom, and I fly high,

Above the clouds, and beyond the sky,

I soar with the birds, and touch the sun,

For I am freedom, and my journey's just begun.

They call me freedom, and I feel the breeze,

The wind in my hair, and the rustling trees,

I dance to the beat, of my own drum,

For I am freedom, and I've just begun to hum.

They call me freedom, and I hear the call,

A voice in my heart, that breaks down the wall,

The cry of the oppressed, the voice of the weak,

For I am freedom, and I'm here to speak.

They call me freedom, and I walk the path,

The road less traveled, and the aftermath,

I leave my mark, on this world of ours,

For I am freedom, and I've got superpowers.

They call me freedom, and I am free,

Free to be me, and who I want to be,

A force of nature, that can't be stopped,

For I am freedom, and I've just popped.