I cry out for liberty.

For the bird that's caged in silence
for the fish in captive waters
for my friend who is imprisoned
for the words he spoke with courage

for the grass that has been trampled
for the flowers that were uprooted
for the trees that bend in sorrow
for the weight of broken bodies

I cry out for liberty

for the teeth that clench in anger
for the rage that burns within us
for the throats that knot in anguish
for the voice whose song is censored

for the kiss that must be hidden
for the verse that goes unwritten
for the questions with no answers
for the loss of love and laughter

I cry out for liberty

for the disappeared and missing
for the child brought up in sorrow
for the parents who have vanished
for the guilty who keeps silent

for the joy that has been taken
for the rose that now lies withered
for the martyrs of resistance
for the eyes that turn away

high up on the town wall
I'l write your name there
I'll cry out for liberty