The fire in the sky burns out and the colored fabric waves high in the sky greeting people to the Freeland
In the dark fireless night, all is quiet, all but the sound of gunshots that echo off the empty land
Death, disaster, and destruction are all humanity is known for these days, that and tearing down the colored fabric that once waved to people high in the sky
Every time the fire burns out, families, soon, are in pain and the Freeland becomes short of breath
As the fire returns to the sky, day after day, soldiers come home to greet their distressed families with burns and wounds all over their bodies
But the soldiers return once again to the gunshots, when the fire burns out upon the destroyed captive land
Then all of a sudden the gunshots stop and nothing is heard throughout the land
And when the fire barely starts to burn in the east, a slight outline could be seen of fabric high in the sky, a fabric for all to see
This fabric waves to people saying this is still a Freeland and with hats held high we rebuild our once destroyed land
And we make a day to remember and praise the people who saved the land where the colored fabric waves to greet our Freeland, the USA
