The Land of the Free

I cannot fight my loneliness

My vanity, my ignorance

I’ll pay at the end of the day

My way was carved with violence

I had to face the consequence

I’m leaving I’m breaking away

Find me falling

Where is the good in this world?

Where can I be

Living the words I am free?

For the many, a barrel of rum

To the names we chose for the glory

Where my soul is pure but my will’s a gun

This is the land of the free

I cannot hide my bitterness

My broken heart, victorious

I’m failing, I’m losing my mind

To dying dreams of wilderness

My truth revealed, so glorious

I’d cave in, I’d leave all behind

Is this for me

Living the words I am free?

For the many, a barrel of rum

To the names we chose for the glory

Where my soul is pure but my will’s a gun

This is the land of the free

To the golden days of our kind

To the quest we took for the story

Where my mind is feared and my heart is wild

This is the land of the free

Pray for the weak

Pray for the strong

There will be luck all along

Pray that we see

The pure light of dawn

And the world will be singing our song

For the many, a barrel of rum

To the names we chose for the glory

Where my soul is pure but my will’s a gun

This is the land of the free

To the golden days of our kind

To the quest we took for the story

Where my mind is feared and my heart is wild

This is the land of the free

This is the land of the free