Freedom: Part I
Everyone has little specks of stars within
And the sunlight that can intervene
Even when life gets bad
And we scream?
Even when sadness comes from inside to the out
We become free!
We let it out!
We scream and shout
Then we become a scout...of freedom
From the highest point of a mountain
To the soil under the treedome
It's true, if you will let it come
Some try to escape from...
Thinking it will only be here for a moment
Giving up on life's precious token?...
Freedom?
Freedom.
Freedom!
We ALL want it
Can't forget it,
If you feel it
Even for a minute
Even for a SECOND
Freedom is Life
Freedom is Beckoned!
"Free at last, free at last. Thank God Almighty, we are free at last."-- "I Have a Dream" speech, August 28, 1963,
-Martin Luther King, Jr.
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