Need I be a hero man to admire what true heroes have done?
With deepest valor they put it on the line in their fight for freedom
They’re bred in ordinary towns, yet take their posts along the fringes
Of the wilderness so that the city may thrive in peace
An extraordinary leap of faith that something better is yet to come
All things equal, I think that I would rather be glazed upon with colors…
Colors that encapsulate the future (Colors that captivate)
Let the person determine it himself
The colors that evoke both hope and envy (Colors initiate)
From that person left on the world’s shelf
Across the sea are sown the seeds of a brave new world
Where history turns to stroll along a blazed new path
And the window opens, lets a fresh breeze blow
That loosens up the knots, that animates the cloth
Donned crimson, white, and indigo
Need I be a righteous man to appreciate what the founders had done
Self preservation bowed to principle when it came to freedom
From palaces of enlightenment, the doctrines of self determined
Citizens, colonists no more, for sure they were never going back…
Back to the stale feudal system (Back to the feudal lord)
Overlords dictating terms of self
Nor back to colonial old world missions (Back to the whipping board)
Native peoples subjects of someone else
East of east, you’ll find the western fringe of western thought
A magic link that binds the world together as one
One of innovation, democratization, prosperous and fulfilling long lives
Crimson, white, and indigo
That’s where I’ll go, that’s what I’ll show, what my wind will blow
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