Fifty Four

It’s a tale of the Fifty Four, a tale of a time gone by
Of a Merchant’s declaration, and the blood red run setting in the sky
It’s the tale of a people’s war, of how things came to be
The dividing of a nation, of a new frontier and history
The years serve to tell us that we lost and won a fight
But all men are made equal — and they all need equal rights
For those who fight the power, for those who stand up tall
For those who fight for the given rights and the freedom of us all
It’s the spirit of the fifty four, the spirit of a time for change
The echo of the gun, and the price of a lift remains
The spirit of the fellow man, of trust and hope and faith
When the darkest hour is just before the dawning of the day