Freedom Land
On that day of freedom
These mountaintops couldn't speak any louder
Reaching the peak was rare
But I knew what was on the other side
One foot was at the bottom
the other at the top
Searching for their alignment
Snow capped fury
Endless worry
That only stopped when I did
I was eager to draw the line
Beaming with glorious release
As the same language was spoken
On that day of freedom
Copyright © Rebecca Frank | Year Posted 2017
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