This Is My Freedom, Tell Me Yours (poem)

Freedom to fly, on wings made of dreams
Freedom to believe life’s more than it seems

Freedom to walk, toes squelched in the earth
Freedom to rise above our own birth

Freedom to dance, with smiles on our hips
Freedom to write and rewrite life’s script

Freedom to stand and lead the applause
Freedom to choose to heed our heart’s call

Freedom to fail, and flourish, and thrive,
Freedom to do more than simply survive

Freedom is knowing that one day we’ll die,
But living before, with heads held up high