Sometimes I wonder what it's all for.
In these smoke filled rooms the truth is obscure.
The wisdom of my forefathers appears like a blur.
And I question the real reasons that things occur.
Am I the only one who dreams of a future,
In which liberty and strength are essential to culture?
Where the seed of freedom is accessible to nurture,
And the safety of my family is something I can ensure.
I wish I was more positive about the direction of modernity.
I wish my children could be confident in the idea of meritocracy.
Where conservatism and virtue weren't staples of the heterodoxy.
But cornerstones of every street corner in the Land of the Free.
In these smoke filled rooms the truth is obscure.
The wisdom of my forefathers appears like a blur.
And I question the real reasons that things occur.
Am I the only one who dreams of a future,
In which liberty and strength are essential to culture?
Where the seed of freedom is accessible to nurture,
And the safety of my family is something I can ensure.
I wish I was more positive about the direction of modernity.
I wish my children could be confident in the idea of meritocracy.
Where conservatism and virtue weren't staples of the heterodoxy.
But cornerstones of every street corner in the Land of the Free.
I wish I could be me without the repercussions of tyranny.
Freedom has never been free, we will always fight to make it reality.
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