Maybe we're in a mess Or maybe it's cold out there It seems like a cruel test This weight's too hard to bear And maybe we'll find a way To raise the flag again It's gotten hard to say This land is our land Some days you can look around And see hope in the eyes Of those who are still bound To a world of bloody skies We're getting tired of holding on To the righteous stories And the fairytales and songs And the wind that's blowing old glory They can take away our rights But what makes them worry They know it's in us to fight And never trade hope for glory