Liberty, a grand old song, moves the mountains with baritone
A march that steadies travelers, a call that shatters stone
In tenor voice, liberty, lifts up lost souls for days and weeks
Within that charm, joy is spread, patience buffed, and courage speaks
Little alto liberty, soothes the weary and calms all storms
A peace of freedom, in freedom found, serenity in many forms
Light the way liberty, cries a high soprano bloom
Flowers are of liberty, alight her crown, adorn her room
God bless,
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Joshua Fahey
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