To experience again the force
of self-fulfilling prophecies,
the force of winds from the past,
the fear of remembrance.
To experience again losing a lifetime
by holding it tight.

These are the words I speak to myself
when the trail I follow looks hazy
and far beyond my reach,
these are the words I speak,
like a sign of life,
like a prayer for freedom

(freedom is a word, freedom,
freedom is a word, a word)

Freedom - is it more than a word?
for years I searched and now,
here you are, we traveled
so far to find freedom, here

No (freedom), don't talk (freedom)
about (a word) words
I believe this is real,
believe we are free,
believe in freedom -
don't take your light away...

I want to find all the answers
to the questions
life is asking me still

So let me dream if you're right,
let me fight my own fight
'cause freedom is all I want
(freedom is a word)
No (a word), no words - don't you
know I gave all I could give
Please do not talk for
words are nothing but dreams to me

And now I wait again
I try again
I fight again
Can't you see I am cold?

So please give me hope,
give me freedom again,
freedom now
(freedom is a word)