The Liberty Song

This, as the title gives, was originally written as a song. May come off as dark. May not. You decide.

Here comes our first real trip
This is the moment
This is the time
We will be triumphant
Enough of grime
Call us resplendent
God’s our pillar, we’ll be fine
We’ll blow the dust off
This is the time

Good the caked blood disrupted the wheels of your carts
Your beguiling selves could not burn out the fire within our hearts
The only brightness we saw were in your dark gleaming eyes
Spread across your lips, hellish smiles, now rusting in the pit of mire

We tread along these crossroads,
Gladdened we’re living dreams once told
By the dried cries from throats of old
Meandering with beams once helpless, a groan