Freedom of the Voice

Weightless and light

Falling and bright in the lovely night

Caresing and warm

Comfort in the storm

Falling all around us

In the sky

The land

Our voice

Shall we speak out as one?

Weightless in the light

The dark

Our voices rising

Freedom in the relentless noise

Whether quiet or loud

Freedom in the dance

In the lightness of the dark

Of love and triumph our voices raise

Of silence and death, shall we morn?

Or shall we let our thoughts go

Flowing through the caressing silence

The Caresing noise

Shall we rise above the despair

The call

Falling in the ever bright

Weightless and light we fall.