[opening – near stillness, voice close and exposed, almost spoken, barely any electronic presence] Historically We are the debris Forgotten faces Never more to be [still sparse – same close, restrained delivery, field remains almost unmoving] Instead of Legends Fighting For something that had no guarantees Living ghosts We chose to live And die As their worker bees [very slow change begins – voice slightly more urgent, electronic field shifts once, reluctantly] Why didn't we break out From their hive Why didn't we follow our own sign To another life Why didn't we scroll Over all their flowers [space begins to open – still no rhythm, voice remains human and unadorned, field becomes clearer and wider] Brothers and sisters It is ok to be free Brothers and sisters It's time to be free [further opening – declarative but not loud, no climax, just less obstruction] Freedom of movement Freedom of thought Freedom to choose Freedom to talk Freedom of religion And association Freedom of the press Freedom to be you [same clear space] Freedom to be you Freedom to be me [intimate, close, the field and voice start to lose separation] I can feel your secret vibrations As our last fading song It's time Ooh it's time To be free [voice and field no longer distinct – still no drama, only irreversible presence] I can here your vibrations Like a final human cry Ooh it's time It's time To be free [final – maximum openness without climax, simple and irreversible] To be free Oh it's time Way past time To be free
