Our Freedom’s Edge

Our Freedom's Edge - Episode 10 - Truth Moves Through Our Living

Seeing the truth matters. But seeing is not enough. In this episode of Our Freedom’s Edge, Diane Bailey completes the trilogy that began with Blind by Design and continued with The Weight of Seeing. This episode asks what happens after awareness — after we recognize the lies, the cruelty, the silence, and the systems that taught us to look away. Truth is not finished with us when we finally see it. That is where the real work begins. This episode is about letting truth move into our daily living — our choices, our courage, our relationships, and our refusal to keep pretending. Because truth does not just ask to be noticed. It asks to be lived.

Our Freedom’s Edge- Episode 9 The Weight of Seeing

In Episode 9 of Our Freedom's Edge, Diane Bailey looks at what happens after the blindfold falls. Once we see the truth, we can not pretend we did not notice. We can not hide behind innocence, comfort or silence. Awareness carries responsibility and truth demands more than sorrow, outrage or good intentions. This episode is about what we owe once we know.

Our Freedom's Edge- Episode 8-Blind by Design

Blind by Design is about the stories we tell ourselves when truth feels too uncomfortable to face. In this episode of Our Freedom’s Edge, Diane Bailey explores how ignorance is not always innocence — sometimes it is protection, avoidance, and choice. From childhood misunderstanding to present-day denial, this episode challenges the distance between what we did not know and what we refused to see.

Our Freedom’s Edge - Episode 7- Songs from the Edge

This episode features three original songs from Our Freedom’s Edge: The River We Inherited, Born on Third Base, and The Work of Freedom. Three reflections on history, privilege, and the unfinished work of freedom in America.   Note to listeners: Some of the lyrics in these songs reference history, privilege, and social structures in ways that may raise questions. If you’re curious about a specific line or word, feel free to email me and I’ll be glad to explain the meaning or context.   The River We Inherited (Lyrics) Four hundred years of footsteps Pressed into this land Some arrived in chains and sorrow Some arrived with deeds in hand One was sold a lifetime Before the sun could rise Another claimed a continent Under open skies The river we inherited Still runs through this place Some were born in storm and shadow Some in quiet grace And the current keeps on moving Through every time and place Carrying the memory Of unearned grace Freedom came in whispers After cannons lost their flame But chains can change their language While the weight remains the same Fields of dust and courthouse steps Lines drawn in the sand Some were told to keep their place Others owned the land The river we inherited Still runs through this place Some were born in storm and shadow Some in quiet grace And the current keeps on moving Through every time and place Carrying the memory Of unearned grace Maps were drawn in red ink Where the banks refused a loan Neighborhoods divided By the color of a home Schools that shaped the future Some bright and some run down Opportunity had borders Invisible in town Privilege is quiet It rarely speaks its name It lives inside the starting line Of every different game In roads already paved In doors already wide In the wind behind the sails Of an easier ride The river we inherited Still runs through this place But rivers change direction When courage shows its face And the current of tomorrow Is ours to re-embrace If we dare to name the water Of unearned grace The river we inherited Still runs through you and me And what we choose to carry Will shape what it will be     Born on Third Base (Lyrics) I was raised to believe That the race was fair and square Work hard, keep your head down And you’ll get your rightful share They said the road was open Just courage and good grace But nobody ever told me Where we started in the race Some were born on third base Cheering like they earned the run Thinking they were heroes When the game had just begun Some were still in the dugout Waiting for their chance While others circled home plate Before they took a stance History writes quietly In laws and lines and land In schools and neighborhoods And who gets the upper hand In doors that open quickly And doubts that never rise In the benefit of patience And the freedom of surprise Some were born on third base Cheering like they earned the run Thinking they were winners When the race had barely begun Some were fighting uphill Just to stand inside the game While others wore the crown Before they learned the name Grandparents bought the houses When the maps were colored red Others built their futures On the loans they never had Generations turning Like pages in a book Some inherit ladders Others only get the look Privilege ain’t a crime And it ain’t a personal sin But denying where you started Is where the lies begin Some were born on third base Now the truth is plain to see The field was never level For you and me So the question of our time Is not who wins first place But whether we’ll admit Where we started in the race The scoreboard tells a story If we’re brave enough to read Justice isn’t charity It’s giving everyone the lead Some were born on third base And the cheering filled the air But the bravest thing a nation does Is choosing to play fair So the story isn’t finished And the ending isn’t fixed The game begins again The moment truth exists So before we claim the victory We should tell the truth about the race     The Work of Freedom (Lyrics) Freedom is a bridge Built by hands we never knew Stone by stone and beam by beam Carried slowly into view Every generation Crosses to the other side But the weight of every footstep Tests the strength of what we guide Freedom isn’t finished It’s work we have to do In the quiet acts of courage And the choices we live through It isn’t just a story From battles long ago Freedom is the work we do To keep the crossing whole Some crossed under burden Some were turned away Some were told the promise Would belong to them someday The river kept on moving The current pulled the same But the bridge was never equal For everyone who came Freedom isn’t finished It’s work we have to do In the quiet acts of courage And the choices we live through It isn’t just a story From battles long ago Freedom is the work we do To keep the crossing whole No nation stays a beacon Just by praising what it was Rust will claim the strongest steel If no one tends because The bridge survives the future Only if we understand Freedom lives in those who choose To keep it strong by hand Freedom isn’t finished It’s work we have to do In the voices still defending What the promise said we’d do The past may build the crossing But the future is our role Freedom is the work we do To keep the bridge whole The bridge was never perfect But it carried hope along The work of freedom calls to us To keep it standing strong     Copyright & Licensing Lyrics © 2026 Diane Bailey Music generated using LyricsIntoSong. Licensed for commercial use by the creator. All songs written and produced for Our Freedom’s Edge.

Our Freedom’s Edge Special Edition: No King

A defiant protest anthem against corruption, cruelty, and the worship of power. “No King” is a battle cry for people who refuse to kneel, refuse to be silenced, and refuse to hand this country over to fear, lies, and would-be tyrants.