Liberty

By Lee Parker

I am the hope found in the new-morn mist.
Will you see me?

I am a whisper in your most tender heart.
Will you hear me?

I am the joy seen in the evening star.
Will you wish on me?

After your history has been re-written,
Will you remember me?

After my promise has passed you by,
Will you miss me?

After ignoring me and letting me die,
Will I ever live again?

Will I ever be more than a hope,
More than a whisper,
More than a promise?

If you let me die, will I ever live again?