If I would have to choose one word
A happy one that I preferred
My happy word would have to be
The one that says my life is Free
Our marriage not arranged or planned
He asked my father for my hand
Together half a century
We are still happy and still Free
My children had a happy home
A normal life till time to roam
And then they raised their own to be
Just happy kids whose lives are Free
I will stand up for what I want
I’ll choose my favorite restaurant
To walk as far as I can see
And do it all, 'cause I am Free
We go to church of our own choice
And then come home and still rejoice
We praise our God on bended knee
Yes, to the one who keeps us Free
Our nation isn't quite the same
This poem is not the place to blame
No race, religion has to flee
So thankful that we all are Free
The times we had to go to war
We live what they were fighting for
To all who fought for our country
So many thanks that we are Free
As I look back at my whole life
Still mother, grandma, friend and wife
I'm happy, blessed and filled with glee
I thank my Lord, my life was Free
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