In the SOUTH, old glory decayed
The Confederate states, became dismayed
A life of grandeur, yet lofty with lies
With the scent of flesh festering flies

Fields and fields of dead bodies did lay
Where happy slaves once did play
It's just that progress, a song must have words
Freedom was won, with the flight of black birds

Those who died all knew a life, a way to survive
The glorious south, cotton fields, slaves did thrive
For it mattered to all, just to sing in the fields
For God made equality, something all men yield

Canons blasted as nurses and doctors ran in dispair
In all wars, civil or national, nothing is ever fair
Canons still blast and the innocent have given
Love and diginity, the heart of man is driven

To the noble and ideals, a song of soldier's plea
Pick up God's shining armour in love and be free
Oh, don't look back into the winds blowing fierce and late
For, freedom and diginity is always a man's given fate

Look within your heart and realize, what is morning after?
If not to say goodbye to the dark, and hell's burning disaster
Macabre, macabre what all wars seem to bring...
Then, the surreal, hear the sounds that angel's sing!

No pride in death ridden blood stained fields
Just remember equality, is what all men yield!
After the storm, God's passionate heart will win
Greater form, fashion, or dream to imagine!

Sing out in freedom now and then
Thank God! The noble hearts did win
For it is meant that life must be free
As I look up to Thee...

Let's thank the Lord for that peace...