The Price for Freedom

Brightness of the self, light of my mind;
Freedom of thought, the burden of restraint
Oh self of mine, is there no end to the torture to thou?

Change that you did not, you are brave;
Give in, you pronounced blasphemy;
Is there such a noble deed as performed by thou?

Condemn, abandon amongst other woes;
Inflicted on us with considerable hatred,
Why such a heavy price to just be, thou?

Pain and I grieve too, with a heavy heart,
I tell the generations to come,
Hold on to thou self, 'tis too much too lose,
But burying it with pride, 'tis a subtle murder.