Wail Freedom's Passing

The lovers of liberty lie row on row/ Their blood the axle grease of liberty/ They stand silent sentinel across the Potomac plain/ They willingly paid the price/ The ultimate sacrifice/ To earn what we are about to give away/ Do not squander their precious gift/ Soil the flag they died to lift/ Remember we are more than a body of land/ No measure of devotion is too grand/ The time has come to take a stand