Softly silent, initiating a definite spirituality through-
out my being, a stillness calling to me interiorly, giving
whispers of innate knowledge.
Listening continually to melodies of tomorrow, our future
standing before us, ready to stand united and fight for our
freedom.
It's our right as American's and no one can take this from
us, no one daring to step over the line, for they see we
mean business.
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