A place where man can be who he wants,
A place where man is free of taunts,
A place where man is free to leave
And come again at will.
I speak of joy.
A feeling from which none should be kept,
We all have a right to happiness, depth,
We all have the right to wear a smile
And keep that sadness out.
I speak of hope.
We all have the right to keep on trying,
Let us think our souls will be flying,
Let us think our souls will soar
And we will come to win.
I speak of love.
The thought of infinite joy for one,
The fact that evil souls would have done
Anything to keep that single other
On top of the world.
I speak of freedom.
