Freedom’s Great Reward

A glimmer, a spark, movement in the dark,
And I begin. I thump and I roll,
A rhyme and a reason, untold:
A fight to the life I’ve been given.

A beat, a rhythm, Freedom is born,
Hungry and weak, and alone
It starts as a twinkle in my eye,
The Freedom Fire is kindled.

It sleeps, but it grows, a direction it knows,
Fanned by imagination’s flame,
Each individual, every person
Carries Freedom’s seed in his soul.

A glimmer, a spark, Freedom builds within,
A yearning, an energy to Be,
A Vision it gives to my path,
Satisfaction: Freedom’s great reward.

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