Tossing on the seas of strife

      sail the freedom boats of life –

Freedom boats within the scope

       of their compasses of hope –

 boats of valor riding crests

        of fulfillment that attest

To the crossings of success

         and pursuits of happiness;

Bound for harbors of goodwill,

          steered by spirits that instill

Feelings of soul-stirring bliss

           freedom-seekers sadly miss.

In life’s darkness must they grope.

            as they hold on to their hope –

They whose legacy is pain,

              Crying! crying, all  in vain;

They whose birth once celebrated -

               Feel their spirits inundated;

Must they weep forever?  No!

                 There are places they can go,

Like the good, old U.S.A.

                   where they can forever stay –

Freedom boats, keep on going!

                    Winds of freedom, blowing, blowing,

Shall not deter you from knowing

                      That a light somewhere is glowing!