As I
Looked
out to the proud
face of Lady Liberty,
thrusting her flaming torch into the sky,
i relized something.
The statue of Liberty, the universal symbol of
freedom,
was perched on a small twelve- acre island
in the middle of the rocky, turbulent Hudson River.
And suddenly, it occured to me:
maybe that's because the road to freedom
is never a calm journey.
Maybe you have to battle the currents
to reach the ultimate goal.
Freedom from the greif.
Freedom from the mystery.
Freedom from the truth.
read it in a book & loved it(: