OK, at the request of a very dear and special friend on here which many
of you know, said to me in no uncertine terms that I should post this to
remind us that "Freedom" our freedom should not be taken lightly, so
here it is'

FREEDOM

What is happening to our nation, what is happening to our world?
In these turbulent days we have a decline in the interest
in the rights and dignity of anybody!
This is not what we started in the sixties. This is not where we wanted
to be.
We wanted a nation where color was not the measure of a man’s soul,
of his worth, and after forty years of struggle for progress what do we
have?
Hate crimes, church bombings, an increase in Neal Nazis and militias.
People who hate simply because that’s what they were taught.
This is not what we needed. This is not what we were trying to achieve.
Adjust the system that is anything but color-blind.
A supreme court that is reversing all of the social, economic and
political
advances that have been made.
This isn’t what we believed back then.
A system where the bottom line is more important than peoples lives or
livelihood.
A growing indifference in the inequities of those who have and those who
have not.
Indeed . . . this is not what we wanted . . . this is not what we
thought to achieve.
What we knew we wanted . . . Can it really be out of reach? ........


Freedom, such a noble gesture, to give someone something they should
have without question.
Wisdom, the kind that rule the great ones, there is no shame to raise
your hand in question.
But I feel it’s been a long time coming, and I’ve seen all the people
running scared.
No way to live, people need to pacify the ones who grieve.

I meat an old man, he said he’d seen it all, his eyes are full of
stories he’s a mastermind.
And he feels it’s been a long time coming, and he bleeds from wounds
that never healed.
The rain fell down on him and the tears they filled his eyes, he stayed
outside so that no one can see him cry, and he said, that I’m not
wasting my time.
Now I’m giving back what I’ve been taking and I’m taking back what’s
mine.
I’m not wasting my time. I’m just staying alive.

Politician, no help at all, is all for one becurse all is none.
So the yung boy buys himself a gun, he wants to conquer all the world,
no he’s gone.
And he feels it’s been a long time coming, and he kneels to pray for his
bother.
The rain fell down on him and the people passed him by.
He lived outside curse no one cared if he dies.
And he said, that I’m not wasting my time. . .

Freedom, to raise a question, do you think the yung boy ever met the old
man?
And reason, do you think we need one?
Shouldn’t it be natural to feel your life a free one?
Freedom. . .

WHAT WOULD OUR LIVES BE WITHOUT OUR FREEDOM?

CHEERS & GIVE THANKS TO ALL OUR TROOPS NEAR AND FAR!

THEY ARE THE ONES WE SHOULD BE THANKFUL TO THIS THANKSGIVING!!!

YOU ARE ALWAYS IN OUR THOUGHTS !!!!!!!!

beautful.

*Leaders*

lonely soldier,
lonely soul.....M.



This young one you spoke, so bold,
growing into the old,lonely and cold,
cry the night,heart take fright,
please come from,this lonely cold,
as we grow into the old,help us mold,
our youth are tommorrow,as we are told,
they are now the ones so Bold,
making laws, to just get broken,
politicians, lied words spoken,
fearing hate, our world is broken...

my spirit weaps for our times now,
not surprized,not wondering how,
greed was our worse need,
we just had to have it right now,
no it seems,we couldn't make it last,
oh, how fast we forget our past,
do we not remember how,
how we got right here,right now,
our courts don't ask our God for love,
nor his Devine Guidance,from above,
we struck his word,
from our court,
why oh why,
do we come up short,
our current MAN,
has no real plan,
for he is only a greedy man,
for our world to grow,
and grow as one,
we needs to have
US A special one,
to lead us from our plights,
take our world to brand new hights,
standing tall,as the Bravest Knights,

Make our world into brand new Lights,
help us feel freedom,from Brighter Sights,
man nor beast,take from our feast,
without your greed in the least,
help our old,our not so bold,
walk us to,our freedoms feast,
thank you,from a lost soldier,
who now sees his world,
getting older,growing colder,
come in from this coldest rain,
leave behind your oldest pain,
freedoms ring,so proud and true,
should be felt,for me and you,only true........M.

*LEADER'S*

To the soldiers far and near
Each day we also feel your fear
As the sun rises each and every day.
You see the smoke & bullets coming your way.
Every day and night you pray to God above.
To let you see your family you so dearly love.
Will you ever get out of this hell hole.
It's as if your sittin on embers of coal.
You don't ask for much, just everyones support.
Waiting for that day you hear its time to deport.
There are tears of joy as you see a white dove.
Flying high above knowing your near the home you love.
Ohhh just to feel there arms around you once more.
You can't wait to run up those steps and open the door.
As the tears start to fall you see all the ones you love.
Giving hugs & kisses again you praise God from up above.


SUPPORT OUR TROOPS !!!
WISH THEM ALL A SAFE RETURN!!!!!!!

support all troops god bless them all.............

LONG LIVE THE DREAMS OF MANKIND AND LONG LIVE OUR YOUNG TROOPS.

AND IF YOU SEE ANYONE IN UNIFORM, PLEASE, THANK THEM, AND ASK
HOW THEY ARE DOING, AND WHERE TO OR WHERE FROM THEY HAVE BEEN??

THEY WILL TALK YOUR HEAD OFF, AND THATS, REAL-GOOD!!!!