Fires of our Freedom The Ballad of Old Glory
Keep in thought this moment of breath,
And remember this eve, Countrymen, my brothers I implore,
For morrow's dawn shall offer freedom or death,
As on this eve's twilight, all shall hear Glory's roar.
Together we stand from shore to shore,
United by the threads of Her cause,
And I call to you as in times of yore,
When our fathers' fathers did so without pause.
Her red is in the blood of our laws,
And Her white is in the sweat born of our fight,
Her blue is in the tears of our flaws,
And the beacon of Her liberty shall shine e'er bright.
Tonight these words I do recite,
To remember those fallen who have answered the call,
And now I offer this invite,
For each of us to follow, a nation together, one and all.
It is time for us to stand tall,
And take back this country we hold dear,
To pick up Old Glory if she should fall,
To defend our democracy without fear.
Careful not to spoil Her character with violence or tear,
But stead to offer a symbol of hope for all to see, no matter how far,
For if our actions are sincere,
Our truth and liberty shall burn as bright as a shining star.
So I ask you tonight no matter where you are,
To light the wick of freedom's flame,
To heal the rifts that caused wound and scar,
And let it burn through the night in Glory's name.
For under her cloth we are all one in the same,
And the fires of our freedom shall light the way,
And the world round shall hear all America proclaim,
Neath Old Glory, our strength and verve shall ne'er sway.