Aqura

It’s an eagle
Flyin’ high
It’s the taste
Of Mama’s apple pie
It’s fireworks
July Four
It’s everything
Our parents sweated for…
Heroes bled for it
Did our country proud.
Too little said for it
So I’m singin’ out… singin’ loud…
'Cause I got…

(Chorus)

FREEDOM FREEDOM…. FREE…DOM

It’s a migrant
From afar
Pickin’ fruit and
Livin’ in a car
He won’t complain
That work is hell
In his head, he hears
That freedom bell.
In America
He’s gonna have a voice
The Constitution says
Workin’ hard’s…his choice
And he wants

(Chorus)

You love liberty…come and pay the toll
Hop on this freedom train
Come in from the cold.

‘Cause we love… (Chorus)

It’s an eagle
Flyin’ high
It’s the taste
Of your Mama’s…
Homemade apple pie…
Free...dom