Life is a prison,
Death is a release from it,
Here no bars and shackles bind,
Here life feels free,
From all cares that confine.

Love is a key that unlocks,
The locked doors of the heart.
It adorns life with tears,
Washing all that is impure,
Making you feel beautifully pure.

Liberty is imagination,
That breaks the bars,
Of restrictions, of limitations,
As if seeing a flock of birds flying,
Freely in spacious sky.