Beau

There is a bird
On the horizon
Flying from the sea.
Some say unkindly
That it is blindly
Trying to follow me...

But I am on land, set in freedom and trust,
Resolving to stand to defeat the unjust.
In the fears of the night and the storms of the sea,
I am Liberty.

There is a bird
On the horizon
Flying from the sea.
Some say unkindly
That it is blindly
Trying to follow me...

But I am above and below and around,
Protecting the dove when the eagle has drowned;
And however tarnished my image might be,
I am Liberty.

There is a bird
On the horizon
Flying from the sea.
Some say unkindly
That it is blindly
Trying to follow me...