Peace and freedom are not easily born.
'Tis a labor of love of the highest degree.
On the wings from above, we embrace the morn;
we are the eagle, born to be free.

Behind the scenes, our soldiers stand,
ready to answer our nation's call
to endure the labor, whatever command,
to stay the course, giving their all.

Something on the horizon draws their eye.
Something larger than themselves, it seems.
Perhaps they see our wings in a peaceful sky,
an embryonic vision, still cloistered in dreams.

We do not rise each day, trying to pretend
the worst has already come, for sadly we know
our fight for peace is not nearly at an end...
Our enemies will strike another vicious blow.

But we are a people stronger with morals greater.
In the face of danger, forever standing tough,
not only for our own, but for our neighbors
who resound our cry, "we have had enough!"

From beginning to end, our soldiers will fight,
come hell or high water, through fire or flood;
protecting "home-sweet-home" with awesome might
like a mother eagle...it's in our blood.

We will not rest until the victory is ours
though the labor be painful and long.
We'll brace for the worst in those final hours
"America The Beautiful" is forever strong.

O beautiful for spacious skies,
for amber waves of grain,
for purple mountain majesties
above the fruited plain!

America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
and crown thy good with brotherhood
from sea to shining sea.

O beautiful for heroes proved
in liberating strife,
who more than self their country loved
and mercy more than life.

America! America!
May God thy gold refine,
'til all success be nobleness,
and every gain divine.

O beautiful for patriot dream
that sees, beyond the years,
thine alabaster cities gleam,
undimmed by human tears.

America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
and crown thy good with brotherhood
from sea to shining sea.

If God is among us, who can be against us
in this holiest of wars with determined men.
The terrorists have yet to see the end of us;
we'll fight to the death, peace and freedom to win!

Quakes, drought, famine, pestilence and flood;
wars and rumors of wars are everywhere.
Exhausted from seeing innocent blood;
we scream like the eagle soaring up there.

Peace and freedom are not easily born,
'tis a labor of love of the highest degree.
On wings from above, we embrace the morn;
we are the eagle...born to be free!