How much my freedom means to me?

The shadow of fear is gone.

I may move at will and speak my mind.

The cloud of oppression has blown away

and I am free.

 

How much my freedom means to me?

The pain is gone and I am almost whole.

It still hides within but with help,

it does not overwhelm me.

 

How much my freedom means to me?

My pencil makes a mark –

that is the reflection of my thoughts.

No slander or maliciousness is condoned,

still I am free.

 

How much my freedom means to me?

The shadow of bars and clanging gates fade.

I have paid my debt, done my time.

Now I may chose my path

and I am free.

 

How much my freedom means to me?

How many died to make it possible?

How many more dream to be part of it?

Our freedom may not be hoarded.

Only by sharing this freedom,

may we say, that we are truly free.

 

David Garlick, Sidney, June, 2000