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Set Free The Voices
Do you hear the voices singing?
The poppies growing?
The lost are calling,
Reaching,
Grasping
For freedom.
Set us free.
Let us glide on the whistling wind,
Let us fly with the strong-willed lark,
Let us dance with the clouds
That soar so high,
Let us wonder,
Let us lie.
Do you hear the voices calling?
Lost in the soft-blowing wind,
A river of air,
Catching us,
Lifting us,
Set us free.
Let the song's words come,
Let it flow through your soul,
Let it swell in your heart,
Lift up your mind.
Sing the song of the free.
Set free the voices
That dance and sing,
Set free the voices
That lash and sting,
Set free the voices,
The voices...
Set us free.
Let the sky fall
And the rivers soar.
Let the ground lift,
Behold the galore.
Set us free.
Free.
Set us free,
As we have set you free,
As we have fought,
As we have died,
Set us free.
We are the voices of the lost,
The ones who soar,
Who've heard the gunshots
And seen the death-cries.
The ones you remember,
Nameless, though we are.
Set us free.
Let us breath the air of a cold, crisp night,
Let us feel the warmth of the sun once again,
Let us say goodbye,
A last farewell,
Let us glide,
Let the world be well,
Let the war have been fought,
Let it not be fought now,
Let the drums be silent
And the screams be soothed,
Let the pain ebb away
Forever more.
Set us free.
As your sharp glare softens,
As you watch us glide the wind,
As you wonder in amazement,
As a tear drips down,
Let us be free.
The war is over.
