Birth of a nation, birth of a child,
All that is vital, heady, and mild.
Fighting for freedoms, powered by rage,
Free birthing a babe, regardless of age.
Revolution en force to startle a king,
Revolution of value the parent does bring.
An enduring plight; a midnight ride.
No shame in a moment of boundless pride.
Celebrate!
Strike up the night.
Line up the cannons.
Burn up the sky.
Remember the one that fell before you;
Hold on to the one who truly adores you.
Freedom will ring; the last cap shot.
As a father weeps, his baby caught.
Loving hands stoke memories.
Liberty is in letting go.
When You Were Mine 