Freedom Poem by your baby

my country tis of thee sweet land of liberty of thee i sing
land where my fathers died the land the land of pilgrams pride, , from every mountainside, let freedom ring! ' And so let freedom ring - from the prodigious hill Let freedom ring - from the
tops of New Hampshire.
snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring - from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that.
Let freedom ring - from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring - from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring - from every hill and molehill of Mississippi,
from every mountainside, let freedom ring!
'Free at last, free at last.
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last.'
. We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back