Member Blog Post

Oh banner yet we wave to the red white and blue, our unsong heros. Fortuned soldiers of our wars and the battles yet to fight. Crossing the guards to an international plain, lay foot steps printed in the sand. Fortified with spirit, the plight wages on, perilous in its struggles for wars yet to be won. The star light yet gleaming, twinkles the dawn of every new day. Oh say can you see, clouds of dust covering the land, yet we hail, for Freedom Rings.