By Andrew R. Duckworth
When freedom is your very core,
You make sure others have in store
The same freedoms that you adore
Or else our freedoms are no more.
When freedom is your love and life,
You see the wounds and pull the knife
Out of the land, riddled with strife,
Where opportunity was rife.
When freedom whispers to your mind
About the documents they signed,
Listen close and then you’ll find
The strength to not be left behind.
When freedom seems so out of vogue,
Turn from those and see yourself rogue
To make decisions for yourself
And find the courage in that wealth
To recover our freedom’s health.