Wants It All

Spring comes calling, who will hear?
Freedom’s falling, year by year.
Birds are singing, flowers rise;
Freedom’s closing both her eyes.

Touch her with your fingers strong;
Wake her with your spirit’s song;
Feed her soul with spring of youth;
Lift her on your wings of truth.

She won’t fall if you stand tall;
She won’t sleep if you will act.
Spring comes calling, wants it all—
Freedom’s soul in you a fact.

Walk alone with honor, proud;
Spring’s best blossoms be your eyes,
Lasting through your life un-cowed,
Seeing past dictator’s lies.

Speak of greatness, beauty, too;
Spring of mind that loves to be
Source of freedom which is you—
Independent “I”, not “we”.

Men may turn, and spurn good ends,
Love their foes, desert their friends;
I will never shun the truth;
Spring in me is ageless youth.

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