Will not die unenlightened,
What shade, what hue liberty holds.
Never an alien on this soil,
Yet a citizen to the Earth.
And as truths unfurl,
What freedom feels like on this patch—
This I must come to know.
Change, malignant in its cunning,
Living now verges on sin.
Yet though they try to blind and steal my words,
I shall keep one truth close:
The color of freedom—
I\'ll know it before I go.