In rows they marched for freedom

In rows they marched for freedom

 

 

On dawns early morning light they stood,

looking across the battlefield their resolve stood strong.

 

With cannon fire and the crack of muskets,

their hearts held fast.

 

Forward in lines and columns,

shoulder to shoulder they advanced.

 

As the ones to left and the right of them fell,

they stood strong.

 

In their hearts they knew that their mission and duty was clear…

freedom for all was the cry they heard.

 

In the watch fires they saw their brothers that had fallen that day,

they had seen their duty clear,

they knew what must be protected above all else.

 

So our savior spoke and they answered the call,

glory was answer,

and freedom was the question.

 

Take no man’s rights from them,

for when the rights of free men are taken,

the souls of us all are placed on the fiery alter of tyrants.

 

Whether it be by our leaders or the,

will of those who view freedom as a sin,

we will stand against them; one and all.

 

If one man would stand on the field of honor,

and proclaim his freedom,

against the tyrants of the world,

than behind him stands,

a Nation hell bent on freedom.

 

How could the world shaped by tyrants,

ever stand against the power of freedom,

a freedom that was born in the blood by our forefathers,

passed down to us,

by right of God.

 

The richness of freedom,

is not given to those that would abuse it,

but given to those who hold it in their hearts.

 

I am just one word,

my voice is small and timid,

but in the conviction of the words of my forefathers,

freedom and democracy will forever,

stand strong and lead the world to freedom.

 

Author's Note