It’s No Sacrifice to Me

For the passionate love of individual rights
And America, the land of the free,
I battle her dread foes days and nights,
And it’s no sacrifice to me.

The tyrants of fear, dictators of hate,
All their armies on land and on sea,
With guns of my justice have got them a date
And it’s no sacrifice to me.

It’s true I’ll be shot at, and maybe I’ll die—
That’s a chance that I take to keep free—
But my head is held high, there is pride in my eye,
And it’s no sacrifice to me.

I hold to my aim—love of life to maintain
And America, the land of the free,
Where dream-building men can their happiness gain—
And it’s no sacrifice to me.

There’s evil on earth—men trying by force
To destroy man’s liberty—
But I’m the American who cancels their course,
And it’s no sacrifice to me.

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