I had a dream the other night I didn't understand.
A figure walking thru 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, and speaking low he said:
"We fought a revolution, to secure our liberty.
We wrote the constitution as a shield from tyranny.
For 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 fee and home of the brave.
"You buy permits to travel, and permits to own a gun,
permits to start a business, or to build a place for one
on land that you believe you own, you pay a yearly rent.
Although you have no voice in choosing how the money's spent!"
"Your children must attend a school that doesn't educate
your Christian values can't be taught according to the state.
You read about 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 made our Nation turn from God in shame.
You've taken Satan's number as you've traded in your name!"
"You've 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!"
"Your 'public servants' don't uphold the solemn oath they've sworn.
Your daughters visit doctors so their children won't be born!
Your leaders ship artillery and guns to foreign shores
and send your sons to slaughter fighting other people's wars!"
"Can you regain the freedom for which we fought and died?
Or 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?
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 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,
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.
I had a dream the other night I didn't understand.
A figure walking thru 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, and speaking low he said:
"We fought a revolution, to secure our liberty.
We wrote the constitution as a shield from tyranny.
For 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 fee and home of the brave.
