In a factory where dreams are made
To be broken or to fade
Away when they are played
Out
In a mill which is running still
Far away against my will
And the men, they fill
It with doubt
Hold on
Hold on
Freedom
…
I may be a tiny bird
But trust me now and my words
I know that I have erred
Once or twice
Do you have a heart to pardon
All that which should be forgotten
All that is to be undone
In your eyes
Hold on
Hold on
Freedom
…
Every word rings out louder
Than a royal queen prouder
Than all the pawns around her
In a parade
Hush it away for the last
Time and try to get it past
Your mind before it casts
A shade
Hold on
Hold on
Freedom
Freedom

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