Though I am dead
My words go on
May they sound freedom’s song
Freedom of expression
Freedom of speech
May they never be hindered
May they forever reach
Those that need to hear the voice
To be granted freedom’s choice
Though I am dead
My words go on
They resound like a mighty gong
They rush over hills and plains
May everybody be filled
May no empty soul remain
May they be a sounding call
To let people stand tall and strong
Though I am dead
My words go on
May they last your whole life long
May they find comfort in what I say
May I help so the path to a brighter day;
Though I am dead
My words go on
May they sound freedom’s song
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