I had a dream the other night I did not understand.
A figure walking through the mist, with flintlock in his hand.
His clothes were torn and dirty, as he stood there by my bed.
He took off his three-cornered hat, speaking low,he said:
We fought a revolution, to secure our liberty.
We wrote the Constitution as a shield from tyranny.
For furture generations, this legacy we gave,
In this, the land of the free and the home of the brave.
"The freedom we secured for you, we hope you would always keep,
But tyrants labored endlessly while your parents were asleep.
Your freedom gone, your courage lost, you're no more than a slave.
In this, the land of the free and the home of the brave.
"Your children must attend a school that does not educate
Your Christian values cannot be taught, according to the state.
You read about the current news, in a regulated press.
You pay a tax you do not owe, to please the IRS.
"Your money is no longer made of Silver or of Gold.
You trade your wealth for paper, so your life can be controlled.
You pay for crimes that make our Nation turn from God in shame.
You have taken Satan's number, as you have traded in your name.
"You have given government control, to those who do you harm,
So they can padlock churches, and steal the family farm.
And keep our country deep in debt,put men of God in jail
Harass your fellow countrymen,while corrupted courts prevail.
"Can you regain the freedom for which we fought and died?"
Or don't you have the courage, or faith to stand with pride?"
Are there no more values for which you will fight to save?"
Or do you wish your children, to live in fear and be a slave?"
People of the republic, arise and take a stand!
Defend the Constitution, the Supreme Law of the land!
Preserve our Great Republic, and God given right!
And pray to God, to keep the freedom burning bright!.
As I awoke he vanished, in the mist from whence he came.
His words were true, we are not free, we have ourselves to blame.
For even now, as tyrants trample each God given right
We only watch and tremble, too afraid to stand and fight.
If he stood by your bedside, in a dream while you're asleep
And wonders what remains of our rights he fought to keep
What would your answer if he called out from the grave:
"Is This Still The Land Of The Free And The Home Of The Brave?"