Simple things like honesty and wanting them to smile,

The reasons for our willingness to fight

Pursuing all our passions within the rank and file,

The purpose of ambition won’t make wrong right

A calm before the storm caused each of us to think,

Deception and the lies that we’d been taught.

We saw ourselves falling as we stood upon the brink,

We never checked the items that we’d bought.

Seeing is believing then we are left no doubt,

We’ve awakened to the danger in our plight.

Revival in our passions causes each of us to shout,

To gather all our Brothers for the fight.

So gladly we assemble as we value living free,

Encouraging our Brothers on the line.

Our eyes scan the horizon as far as we can see,

Looking for their symbols and their sign.

For we will stand for freedom we understand the loss,

Will capture us in the fist of tyrant’s wish.

The rolling stone keeps moving avoiding all the moss,

Resisting their great clutches as a fish.

Yearning hearts for freedom the night awaits the dawn,

Counting out each second that its gone.

Metronome is ticking the dark begins to yawn,

As it exchanges a great bishop for a pawn.

The King will soon surrender into the People’s Hand,

That we might once again proclaim our worth.

He’ll acquiesce to power when We all take a stand,

Our sovereignty arise in proud rebirth.

When liberty again calls this land her own,

And our children make plans to defend their rights.

The seeds of freedom and justice will each again be sown,

Keeping the objective in our sights.

A restoration or building of what we once called free,

This nation that God gave our blessed right.

This beacon of that Freedom will shine from sea to sea,

A lighthouse for those lost  in endless night.

Stand by her this moment in her torn and tattered state,

Loving her as much as when she’s pure.

We may be a bit tardy but it still is not too late,

The Stars and Stripes will certainly endure.