Take all of your masts
For the world as we know
Is as dark as the night
Of the black-hearted bleeding

You can cut them in half
For no flag should be flown
At the loftiest height
While so many are weeping

If we laid down our guns
Loss of freedom for love
Could a garden still grow
In the singe-cornered Sun?

Oh, say, did the newscaster finally pray
For a land truly free
Or some truth to convey