O! say can you see, now that morning has broken,
The flag that was there when the sun disappeared?
The flag of a land of which poets have spoken;
That ancestors forged and defenders revered.

O! say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er what they would know?
What they fought to make so?

A land in which ev’ryone gets to live free.
A land where the people can be what they’ll be.
A land where you have the right not to agree,
But you know that it’s true
That others can, too . . .

A land where the masses are trusted to see
The directions in which our best interests would be.
We know being happy has no guarantee,
But we’re free to pursue . . .
And others can, too . . .

So say can you see, by the light streaming o’er us,
Our flag that’s endured through the darkest of days?
A flag that’s inspired generations before us
And still beckons now with the hope it conveys.

O! say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land that we claim to be?
The land that we aim to be?
A land where all are free?