New light on the horizon

What is it that I see?
 A bird sitting and singing on a tree
 And happy buzz of a bee.
 Are these the signs of being free?
 Being a slave, too high was its fee.
Prayed for a vision for all to see
Together we had fallen on our knees.
 But far seemed to be the word- peace.
Defeat her- no one could
Happy present..a free bird of gold
 Being Indians we would be together
Through thick and thin, in good and bad weather!

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