The month of freedom


This is the month of music
Music
And it cannot be heard
When they dance outside
You know what’s playing on
If they have hands in the air
They might well be protesting a ban
Or just a way to say
That it’s not what they want
This is the month of expressing
And it’s tiringly failing
For our faculties are limited
And our faith shakes so well
That it shakes the courage
This is the month of promises
If you can hold on to one
For the sake of being
The man of your words
You must forego your happiness
And that’s where it ends
This is the month of ambition
And one must have one
So we choose one
And it’s one at a time
But time is moody
And we too are
This is the month of wind
Cold, cold. Dramatic and bold
There’s weight in the air
No challenge, no words
And the wolves are spinning
All night, making noise
They have no business
This is the month of freedom

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