From “Feedom on the Wallaby”, Henry Lawson, 1891 aged 24
Our parents toil'd to make a home, Hard grubbin 'twas an' clearin', They wasn't crowded much with lords, When they was pioneering. But now that we have made the land, A garden full of promise, Old Greed must crook 'is dirty hand, And come ter take it from us.
From “I Have a Dream” Speech by Martin Luther King Jr. 1963 aged 34
When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
From “Chimes of Freedom”, Bob Dylan, 1964 aged 23
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed, For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse, An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe, An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
From “That’s freedom” written in 1985 by Tom Kimmel
I don't know why it takes so long, To remember, What the world's doin' wrong, Never wanted to shove my plan or another, Who can't understand, All I want is a fast lane, To where the road across this plain, Won't take you, I want something you understand, To make us stand proud, As nothing else can, It's a measure of trust, When love is alive, It's tender and tough, That's freedom, It's all love is about, The opening up and letting out, Let freedom ring.