Cradles the dreams of the land
Where blood pours in the bosom of true hearts
Nearing its dawn
The fight continues
We will never allow it to die
Awake as we are before the blinding
Daylight of uncertainties
For the day is just to start
We begin with a brave heart
The end is just the beginning
Only when we are ready to stand for
The good of all
Shall we begin to really understand
That peace will not begin
Somewhere else in a corner of a tall Building
Or in the halls of congress
Where great minds shed utterances of disgrace
The body may soon turn to earth
The old man may never turn his head
The seal of the eagle will forever remain
Mounted on the wall of many disguises
We shall leave the noble legacy
That we fought for the people
We meet again in the graveyard
We have fought a thousand battles
In the end it may not matter to win
As we Now start peace within our doorstep
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