There's not one language old enough to speak

About the fears that have made us weak

We’ve come to know that she’s not her name

Lives by her own rules for she will not be tamed

She’s never giving you the cold shoulder

Long as you don’t play the beholder

Evil’s dressed up and needs decorum

Goodness needs nothing, clear of a forum

Since rivers have frozen over before

And Azadi’s born free to the very core

Reaching out for more

On a steady diet of rejection

A lifetime far from introspection

When good people vote for bad leaders

Let’s redefine “good” for us to dig deeper

She’s always just one heartbeat away

From the downtrodden, from those who stray

She’s her own clincher, setting the tone

She knows what’s at stake, sitting on your throne

Since willing pieces of clay set the tone

Now Azadi will walk you straight to her zone

Reaching out for more

Since rivers have frozen over before

And Azadi’s born free to the very core

Reaching out for more

Since the dawn of our time

We’ve been taught to decline

Yet never to dismiss

What’s amiss at the shrine

Since willing pieces of clay set the tone

Now Azadi will walk you straight through her zone

Reaching out for more