Heavy is the arm
not the crown
for we do not abide kings,
That holds aloft
The torch of freedom
against political winds
that seek to snuff its flame,
against authoritarian hands
That would wrest it away.
Its light is no birthright,
Instead, it is inherited labor
Heavy is the arm
not the crown
for we do not abide kings,
That holds aloft
The torch of freedom
against political winds
that seek to snuff its flame,
against authoritarian hands
That would wrest it away.
Its light is no birthright,
Instead, it is inherited labor