Freedom time

Sweet times are here to be, 
If we give it the opportunity; 
That can not be taken away, 

And nobody can steel or sway.
Words will flutter and return,
The lights will flash and burn;
But freedom will always live,
From what we to freedom give.
Sweet times flow and spring,
Like nightingale to a world sing;
Be a cleft in a splendors whirl,
Or a billow in the oceans swirl.
Silences in rest and in speech,
Kindnesses to each other teach;
An invention of the world spirit,
Wisdom of its judgment and wit.
Sweet time like breeze in trees,
Compassion that mankind frees;
A wind that keeps nothing still,
The kindness and conquer of will.
Like a syllable and like a flame,
Resurrections of a peaceful aim;
Good times last a moment
bad times last forever.
The equilibrium between them
is unequal you will agree.
The good times should last
long into infinity
and the bad ones
should disappear within moments
and never return.
For freedom will always live,
From what we to freedom give