I had a dream the other night I didn't understand,
walking through the mist, with flintlock in his hand.
His clothes were torn and dirty, as he stood there by my bed,
took off his three-cornered hat, and speaking low he said:
"We fought a revolution to secure our liberty,
the Constitution, as a shield from tyranny.
future generations, this legacy we gave,
In this, the land of the free and home of the brave.
The freedom we secured for you, we hoped you'd 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.
You buy permits to travel, and permits to own a gun,
to start a business, or to build a place for one.
On land that you believe you own, you pay a yearly rent,
you have no voice in choosing how the money's spent.
Your children must attend a school that doesn't educate,
moral values can't be taught, according to the state.
You read about the current "news" in a very biased press,
pay a tax you do not owe, to please the IRS.
Your money is no longer made of silver or of gold,
trade your wealth for paper, so life can be controlled.
You pay for crimes that make our Nation turn from God to
You've taken Satan's number, as you've traded in your name.
You've given government control to those who do you harm,
they can padlock churches, and steal the family farm.
And keep our country deep in debt, put men of God in jail,
your fellow countryman while corrupted courts prevail.
Your public servants don't uphold the solemn oath they're
Your daughters visit doctors so children won't be born.
Your leaders ship artillery and guns to foreign shores,
send your sons to slaughter, fighting other people's wars.
Can you regain your Freedom for which we fought and died?
don't you have the courage, or the faith to stand with pride?
Are there no more values for which you'll fight to save?
do you wish your children to live in fear and be a slave?
Sons of the Republic, arise and take a stand!
the Constitution, the Supreme Law of the Land!
Preserve our Republic, and each God-given right!
And pray to God to keep
the torch of freedom burning bright!"
As I awoke he vanished, in the mist from whence he came,
words were true, we are not free, and we have ourselves to blame.
For even now as tyrants trample each God-given
We only watch and tremble—too afraid to stand and fight.
If he stood by your bedside in a dream while you're asleep,
wonder what remains of your right he fought to keep.
What would be your answer if he called out from the grave?
this still the land of the free and home of the brave?