Could have been me,
All I can see,
Is a land of free,
Or so we believe.

I don't care for power,
Turning faces of sour,
Into those that devour,
All traces of a coward.

Of all the shame,
It's all the same,
The day came,
To know my name.

It's a fogging haze,
No, not a phase,
I seek thy praise,
Glory set ablaze.