
Day begins.
The sun peaks over the horizon.
I will make the world rise.
Day begins.
The sun peaks over the horizon.
I will make the world rise.
Liberty is not free.
It takes people like you and me.
Though we may sometimes disagree,
Our life is meant to be lived free.
Do not stay quiet when evil has a spree.
Stand against the shadow, even when we don’t agree.
Do not give into the urge to flee.
Whether your fight is taking a knee,
Or raising your voice to the next degree,
Fight for liberty from sea to shining sea.
Only then will we be truly free.
I wanted to live a little longer.
I wanted to pray a little harder.
If only I were a little stronger.
I might have inflamed my ardor.
I’m dying a little more every day.
This is the lasting, final chapter
I have many words to say.
Silence is no longer my captor.
If only I were a little stronger.
I could have lived a little longer.
By Dianne Moritz Oh, to wander the beachon spring afternoons. To relax in the sun,or slide down big dunes. To hear the surf roaring,waves splashing on shore. To watch sea birds feasting,seagulls dive and soar. To pick pretty seashells,appealing driftwood. To reflect and to dream,as everyone should. To exult in sea mist,breathe in fresh salt […]
Ode to the Beach
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