This is the life I chose
To take the stand...
Looking through the bars
Staring at the shining stars...
I have a voice!
Maybe it's small and timid...
It's an old tradition
The working class religion...
In 2001 a day we Remember,
The eleventh day of that September...
Pounds of gear he holds with his feet
Leading his men on, that he calls his fleet...
The sidewalks and alleys
Are filling up fast...
He stood for liberty, atlas of independence
he dared to break past precedence...
As soon as the battle began it ends
in the aftermath a surgeon attends...
While you're gone away
Defending our freedom...
Colors fall as the wind paints the red sky
Lush with silence, hidden eternity...
Stand Strong and protect us
Make me proud my baby boy...