Fallen, fallen! The glorious dream! The land of liberty, fallen.
Fallen in love with liberty. Fallen, America, fallen.
Rising, rising! Like the Phoenix, rising,
Ash quivering with life again!
The prophets cried; the martyrs died,
the world conquering itself.
The poets, they rave, “Everybody’s enslaved,
by their own the wealth.”
The crumbling kingdoms crawl toward
the choir of fate that calls:
We must build our nation on brotherhood
and love, or else we will all fall!
Fallen, fallen! The glorious dream! The land of liberty, fallen.
Fallen in love with liberty. Fallen, America, fallen.
Rising, rising! Like the Phoenix, rising,
Ash quivering with life again!
The eagle takes flight! The people unite,
the whole world moving as one.
A new way to live, simply to give;
the scintillation of the Sun
issues no debts for its shining
blaze across the lovely skies!
The vision of freedom, it burns
brightly in the sad gleam of our eyes.
Fallen, fallen! The glorious dream! The land of liberty, fallen.
Fallen in love with liberty. Fallen, America, fallen.
Rising, rising! Like the Phoenix, rising,
Ash quivering with life again!
About the Creator
Jim Byron
Musician, songwriter with a penchant for literature.
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