Steady is the hand keeping balance in the land
as it measures the cost of freedom on demand
A hero’s song unsung off the tip of a silent tongue
reminds us of the place where only the good die young!
With red roses near, blue skies that stretch for years
those broad stripes and bright stars prepare our youth for tears
“Left, right, left…” we stride to breach the great divide
We must march together or risk this nation’s pride
If In God We Trust, but for more loot we lust
the Golden Calf we’ll praise half buried in the dust
As one united nation, let us move in the same direction →
towards a day worth remembering, and a history worth repeating!