Verse 1
From a spark in the dark of a restless time,
Ink on a page and a stubborn line,
Thirteen dreams on a windy shore,
They wanted a voice, they wanted more.
Boots in the mud, bells ringing free,
Hope was louder than certainty,
They didn’t know what the years would be,
Just lit the flame and dared to believe.
Chorus
Two hundred fifty years of fire and rain,
Of broken roads and healing again,
We rose, we fell, we tried, we grew,
Still chasing that promise to make it true.
From every color, every name,
Every loss, every hard-won gain,
It’s a long, loud, unfinished story—
Two hundred fifty years of glory.
Verse 2
Rails through plains, lights in the sky,
Songs of freedom, a battle cry,
Hands that built, hands that fought,
Dreams were sold and justice was bought.
Some were lifted, some left behind,
Truth got bent by fear and time,
But every march and every stand
Pulled the future a little closer by hand.
Chorus
Two hundred fifty years of fire and rain,
Of borrowed hope and stubborn faith,
We learned the cost of every choice,
Still learning how to hear each voice.
From whispered prayers to streets that roar,
From open wounds to open doors,
It’s a long, loud, unfinished story—
Two hundred fifty years of glory.
Bridge
This flag’s been stitched with tears and pride,
With promises kept and ones denied,
But it flies because we still believe
In who we are and who we can be.
Not just history carved in stone,
But living dreams we still call home.
Verse 3
Now here we stand at the quarter-mill mark,
Still carrying that first brave spark,
Different faces, same old fight,
To bend the arc a little more right.
The road ahead is calling clear,
It needs our courage, not our fear,
The next verse waits on me and you,
To write it better, write it true.
Final Chorus
Two hundred fifty years and counting on,
Still singing that freedom song,
Not perfect, no—but moving on,
Still reaching for where we belong.
From the past we learn, for tomorrow we try,
With our feet on the ground and our eyes on the sky,
It’s a long, loud, unfinished story—
America’s song, two-fifty years of glory.
Outro
So raise your voice, not just your hand,
This is your verse in this land,
The story lives as long as we
Keep choosing hope… and liberty.