Red, white, green, and blue
The night shines a beautiful hue.
Boom! Crash! The sparks ignite!
Bringing the dark to fiery bright.
People chanting U-S-A,
The Fourth is not a normal day.
On this day we celebrate
A unity of love and not of hate.
A tiny spark blooms into light,
As we celebrate our first fight.
The dazzling fire cascades in rain,
Remembering our soldiers' pain.
Gratitude for our liberty
For peace, freedom, prosperity.
How can we thank but in one way?
With lights exploding in vast array.
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