The Word

My tongue has tasted glory with the coming of the word.
It is stirring up a nation so a whisper can be heard.
It is fortified in speeches where the truth is delivered.
The time goes marching on.
Glory, glory Hallelujah.
Glory, glory Hallelujah.
Glory, glory Hallelujah.
The times go marching on.
I believe all countries have the right to borders and to plans.
I believe our parents use those right to do "the best they can."
I believe we all have obligations, born to take a stand.
The times keep marching on.
Does the future shine so brightly if a man cannot be free?
Shall our children count their blessings when they lose expectancy?
Under oath: the underfed understand their liberty!
It’s time for marching on!

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