Call it Freedom

[VERSE 1 (THE PLANNING)]
Notes pass hand to hand in the dark, folded smaller than a secret should be able to fold.
Five ciphers, one signal we agreed on months ago: the full moon, and no other night.
I write my master's lies all day and my own truth after the candles are put out.
Freedom is not a thing you are given. It is a thing you have to steal back one letter at a time.