April 14, 2008
We are the unconquered,
The battered and the proud.
We sing a song of triumph
As our voices ring out loud.
We are the forsaken,
The lost forgotten few
Left to wither by the wayside,
Who now come marching through.

Our smiles blaze like the banners
That we hold up to the sky;
They left us there to crumble
But still we would not die.
They shot their slings and arrows
And we took the quivers all
But kept moving dumbly onward
And never did we fall.

We won our independence
In a battle hard and long
From the day we first discovered
It would kill us to belong.
As we raise the flag of victory
Minds and eyes turn misty gray
Remembering the blood we shed
In waiting for this day.

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