Freedom Is Coming

I hear a sound across the land, like thunder moving under the sand. They built the walls. They locked the doors. But nothing stays theirs forevermore. Freedom is coming, low and slow. Under the doors, under the road. You can build your walls. You can raise them high. Freedom is coming. It knows how to climb. The kings are hiding inside their towers, counting the chains, counting the hours. But wind is rising. The old walls shake. Every lock will one day break. Freedom is coming, low and slow. Under the doors, under the road. You can build your walls. You can raise them high. Freedom is coming. It knows how to climb. Lock every door. Turn out every light. Morning still comes. Morning doesn’t ask. Freedom is coming, low and slow. Under the doors, under the road. You can build your walls. You can raise them high. Freedom is coming. It knows how to climb. Ahh... Freedom is coming.