Freedom walks on quiet ground,
Where once were chains, no more are found.
It breathes in winds that cross the sea,
And lives in hearts that dare to be.
Not loud with pride or flags unfurled,
But whispered deep within the world—
A right to speak, to dream, to choose,
To win, to fail, to break, to lose.
It isn’t bought, it can’t be sold,
It isn’t young, it isn’t old.
It rises when we break the mold,
And lights the dark with voices bold.
It lives where courage takes a stand,
Where justice holds a steady hand,
Where no one bows to hate or fear,
And all are seen, and all are near.
So guard it not with sword or wall,
But with respect that lifts us all.
For freedom’s flame, once passed along,
Becomes a people’s living song.
Thank-you for reading.
Much love and Light,
Brenda Marie Fluharty
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