I burst through the darkness;
a phoenix set on fire,
the lightening that echoes from my heart.
Freedom that many haven’t tasted
I have: I’ve kissed it, held its hand, and shackled it to my wrist.
A power that surges through my veins;
the energy that feeds my spirit,
as I run with my burning sword.
Victory that many have not felt
I have: I loved it, held it, and branded it on my soul.
So tell me, How does Freedom taste?