Freedom stood with all relief
To assuage the pain and soothe the grief
And men live no bars to hold
In liberty’s light of burnished gold
A silver sword against all doubt
Tho’ weaker men scream and shout
Their voices never set the tone
Freedom is not from hope alone
Freedom’s cost, the field of dreams
Is not as pretty as it seems
On a cross a Savior dies
On the ground a warrior lies
In my heart a purer thought
The cost they paid, not for naught
This I can say to God and man
God bless America, Freedom’s Land!
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