Freedom's Song

                             Freedom’s Song

September the eleventh etched indelibly in my mind
                   a flurry of activity
                   mad men driven by hate
                   innocents drawn into the act
                                                           and sacrificed on the altar of evil
We were brought low, and yet…
                   our strength is in our people
                   we will not yield
                   we will not rest
                   we will not relent
                   let no one mistake our tears for weakness
                                                           for we will not surrender freedom
You may terrorize our land…
         destroy our resources
                   pollute our airways with your hatred
                             you may even kill our bodies, but…
                                                           you will never possess our freedom
For freedom’s song is…
                   a song of the heart that longs to be free
                   to infect the hearts of others for it can never live
                             in just one heart
                                                           but it sings in the hearts of many
And though you quell it in one heart
                   its melody lingers
                   and the hearts where it lingers yearn to be free
                   to share its melody with others, for…
                                                                     if freedom is to be free
                   it must be won on the battlefields
                             defended by the blood of patriots
                             championed by the lofty
                             adored by those who had no freedom
                                                                     but to live it, must be shared