Thunder, thunder, miles of wonder
Footsteps rumble into outcries asunder
Drive me yet through lands not dissolved
whose voices will not break in distant resolve.
Rumble, Rumble, miles to wonder,
room to soar yet much to forsake.
The outcries of brethren for their own sky to take
their voices roar for a new freedom’s wake.
Cast me with honor, give me Souls wake,
Thunder, Thunder; all at stake
For each and every one of us,
This life, ours, and the one we make.
©2012 Linda Willows