Imagine a Young Country Singer singing this at the opening of the Gettyburg Address

 

(Verse 1)
Seven autumns back, a memory etched in time
Our forefathers dared to dream, a nation, brand new, divine
Liberty the guiding light, a promise whispered true
That all would stand as equals, beneath the endless blue

(Chorus)
But war's a storm that rages, testing every vow
Can this dream, so bravely chased, endure somehow?
We gather on these hallowed grounds, where heroes met their end
To dedicate a final rest, for those who fought to defend

(Verse 2)
Words can't capture sacrifice, the price these brave men paid
Their final breath a testament, a debt that can't be swayed
This ground is sacred, etched with stories yet untold
Their courage, a fire everlasting, braver than purest gold

(Chorus)
The world may turn its fleeting gaze, these fleeting words may fade
But etched in history's grand book, their actions will be played
The torch they carried, heavy now, rests in the hands of we
The living, bound to finish what they started, eternally

(Bridge)
From their hallowed sacrifice, a devotion takes its flight
To the cause they held so dear, a burning, endless light
We vow their deaths won't be in vain, a promise whispered low
This nation, reborn in freedom, where hope and justice flow

(Chorus)
A government for the people, by the people, strong and true
This dream, this promise, etched anew, beneath the endless blue
May freedom's anthem ever rise, a melody so grand
These fallen heroes live on, forever in this land