Treasure Island

Karen Lee


Let Freedom Reign


Freedom is like a rocket ship
It is lightening speed at ease
It facilitates no worries or pain

Freedom is bare
As bare, as bare can be
It is light weight in fear
No burden can attach here

Freedom is courage
It is truth
It Is dare
One with no fear

Freedom is embracing the unknown
Experiencing the difference
Letting loose that was
Solidifying The soul
Making the truth known

It is said, You will know the and it will set you free!
Wondering what I'm talk about
It is the book of life
It is in the word
The bread of life
It is wisdom

Freedom breeds life
Freedom is life
Live free and set free
Freedom is love!

Submitted: Saturday, February 23, 2013

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To all those that are oppress may freedom find you!
Live free or dying trying!
Freedom is not by choice, it is a gift.

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