Here we stand with hands on hearts

Pledging, crying in the dark

You control us with your laws

And point out all our flaws

But when we do the same to you

We're traitors, terrorists or communists, to name a few

The Land of the Free

Has imprisoned me

Along with many others

The Home of the Brave

Has lost its way

And misled my dear brothers

Is there really no escape,

Must we truly live this way,

Or can we make a change

Take this mess and rearrange

To return to where we were

When we pioneered it first

Or is that much worse than it looks,

Written better in our history books?