There is a humid sense of freedom.

when our flag is blown by a cold wind.

There is a humid sense of freedom.

when the lost masses

who are walking in a pit of darkness are given salvation.

There is a humid sense of freedom.

When the chosen ones scream out their far cry

There is a humid sense of freedom.

when there is a masquerade

Of faceless angels

Who walks the earth as if heaven

There is a humid sense of freedom.

When we are torn by the choice

To choose between good and evil

There is a humid sense of freedom.

when we are promised a trial in books by unknown authors

There is a humid sense of freedom.

When we bow to a man on a holy cross.

There is a humid sense of freedom.

When women are veiled in darkness

And told to never reveal their skin

There is a humid sense of freedom.

When a nation was asked to wear a star to distinguish themselves

And later they were massacred.

There is a humid sense of freedom.

When a leader with a hunger for conquest

Mislead his nation into a great hunger

There is a humid sense of freedom.

When slaves were stolen by the seas

There is a humid sense of freedom.

When we all say

The protector will protect