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Where is that line we've all heard about drawn so deeply in the sand
over which, tyranny is on notice behind which, men of liberty stand?
I first heard it told to a bully, in a playground with no teachers around;
it was said by my friend small and tender, when courage was finally found.
Where is that line we've all heard about drawn so deeply in the sand
over which, tyranny is on notice behind which, men of liberty stand?
In history, the Red Coats were coming, with everyone holding their breath;
a line drawn down the beaches of the Atlantic: Give me Liberty or give me death.
Where is that line we've all heard about drawn so deeply in the sand
over which, tyranny is on notice behind which, men of liberty stand?
Tyranny's next coat was colored blue, with its bayonets, they were a fixin'
to cross for war, that brave line of gray, that some call the Mason and Dixon.
Where is that line we've all heard about drawn so deeply in the sand
over which, tyranny is on notice behind which, men of liberty stand?
But alas, to those now breathing, if any be quite so grand,
with tyranny now wrapped all around us, where is - OUR - line in the sand?
Copyright 2002 - Elliott Germain
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