There’s a rhythm in rhyme.
There’s a word in time.
There’s a season to listen.
There’s a time to speak.
With open ears and hearts in beat.
With lips that lay spoken.
With truth that stands open.
Open to see.
Open to know.
Open to be.
Open to tell.
Freedom is knocking on you door.
Freedom is dancing on your shore.
Will you swim in this sea?
Will you float in this truth?
Will you walk on weightless water?
Will you finally greet with outstretched arms
With eyes transfixed with the same heartbeat
Now perfectly in rhyme.
Now perfectly in time.