“Oh, say can you see,
By the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed
At the twilight’s last gleaming?”
In our night, with no stars,
With the Bombs now removed,
What bright mark do we have
That our flag is still streaming?
Now the battles still rage
Though less gloried the fight
As each heart and each soul
Looks to follow what’s right.
And so we sit,
Nothing doing.
Arguing.
Yours, hers, mine, theirs.
What happened to ours?
Oh, thus be it not
In our home, won by blood.
The great task, laid before,
Is for us now the living.
Whose broad hearts and bright minds
Must resolve, in the night,
To now pay the great price
Of the noblest giving
To the land that we love
Of our time and our care
‘til our journey is done
And we sleep in the past.
O, say does that Star-Spangled—
The Star-Spangled Banner yet waves.
Does it yet wave o’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?