Freedom, a torch not easily passed,
Born of struggle, destined to last.
Not in our veins, but in our fight,
It thrives in the darkness, it shines its light.

No cradle can carry its weight alone,
Each generation must claim its own.
Through battles waged and prayers spoken,
Its chains shattered, its voice unbroken.

It must be fought for, hand by hand,
Defended across this hallowed land.
A duty etched in every soul,
To guard the dream and keep it whole.

For freedom falters when we forget,
That our lives are tied to its debt.
Let not complacency seal its fate,
Rise to defend before it’s too late.