Long sleeps the Bard of Liberty,
The world awaits its liberation;
While the dejected and those in poverty
Mourn in the slums, in starvation.
Come forward the righteous Bard,
The forebearer of Liberty’s vanguard
And enlighten the human race
And embrace the broken, scarred.
Wherefrom comes the Bard, ho?
From the depths of the human sea,
From the heights of the highest plateau,
From the hubbubs of tranquility,
From the darkest and deepest gorge,
From the hottest and harshest forge,
From the shabbiest and shallowest hut,
From the doors that have never been shut.
Whatsoever does the Bard, yea?
He sings and declares Liberty,
He sings and guides to the forward way,
He sings and dances and heralds the Day,
He sings and prances on the shore,
He sings and punches through the core,
He sings and hounds the tyrannous,
He sings and bounds through the universe.
So, well, whosoever is the Bard?
He is anyone who decides to be,
He is everyone who wants to be,
He is someone who wants to be free.
He is the one who who’ll fight for Liberty,
He is the one who will die for Liberty,
When he is gone, come back again will he,
For he is she and you and us and we.