By Yero
It’s going to be o-k-a-y
Love of country you have shown
Your blunted swords never budge
Aloud with your victorious fiddling strides.
It’s going to be o-k-a-y
Come rain come shine, God won’t let us fall
Our body brushes repairs to beautiful ebony brown
And our wounded hearts rejuvenates to light.
It’s going to be o-k-a-y
When the command “Be” touches down
A special mercy from thy Lord above
No turndown on that final command.
It’s going to be o-k-a-y!
Sooner than expected, with a final knockout push
To conquer fear, hate, and division
In celebration of the new dawn!