We're all quite blessed to be so free
And share our points of view.
We're free to speak our minds and thoughts
The same as others do.

We're free to raise another's spirits
Or malign them as we choose.
We're free to sing of joyful thoughts
We're free to sing the blues.

We're free to focus on the good
Or dwell on what we hate.
We're free to praise a noble act
Or sternly castigate.

We're free to offer heartfelt thanks
For blessings we have had.
And we're free to curse and voice our hate
Of things we think are bad.

We're free to choose the things we say
And choosing well is good.
Because we're free to denigrate
Is not to say we should.

If we wish to right atrocious wrongs
Our silence cannot do.
But in speaking of what's very wrong,
What's right must be said, too.

Without a message loud and clear
Of what things must be done.
Vitriolic words of hate
Are clouds that blot the sun.

Leaders rise and pave the way
And pull their comrades from the ditch.
But change for good is never made
By those who only want to b*tch.