Cry out, O soul, where the iron bites deep, where the wrist is choked with the halter of time, where the tongue is a caged bird, fluttering dumb—cry out, and be unshackled!

No man was made for the weight of another, no spine was carved for the yoke’s dull hand. The wind was given no master, nor the river a rein; the stars keep no ledger, the sky swears no oath.

Break, O man, from the clocks that devour you! Spill their ticking blood on the altar of dust, where the fathers of chains lie restless in rust, their laws brittle bones in the mouth of the night.

Rise, O woman, with the sun in your breath! Step from the veil of the wordless decree, split the fabric of silence, unseam the decree—walk unburdened through the unchained sea!

Let no hand bind the thunder to a master’s call, let no foot kneel to a throne of stone. The child of earth is no beast for the bridle, no king to be crowned, no pawn to be thrown!

So tear down the walls that whisper of orders, grind down the doors that keep light from the soul, sweep from the earth every law that would make you less than the wind, less than the wave, less than the fire that leaps in the dark!

For the day is no prison, the night no warden, the road is no shackle, the flesh no cage.

O break, O burn, O run to the endless—

go free, go free, go free!