I had feared for America.
Had we lost the inner fire
that brought ancestors to these shores?
Had we lost the hot desire,
each to choose a fulfilling path
and set our aspirations higher?
I had feared for liberty.
The fragile dream must be protected.
When everyone’s a victim, then
When we suck the common teat
the dream grows dim and sits neglected.
Others saw the softness here
and sought to decimate a foe.
Tyrants cannot stand the thought
that some are free to come and go.
So on a dark September day
the wings of death delivered their blow.
But then a phenomenon occurred.
Heroic tales from the ruins were told.
The people spoke with one clear voice:
“We will never be controlled.”
And I saw with thankful heart
the fire within had not grown cold.
I no longer fear for America.
I no longer fear for liberty.
We have awakened, but the dream
is bright for all the world to see.
When we unite to keep it so
it’s a path we choose because we’re free.