[Intro | Brass Fanfare | Timpani Roll | Stately | 4 Bars] [Verse 1 | Solo Voice | Sustained Brass | Measured | Questioning] Oh say can you see By the dawn's early light What so proudly we claimed While we stole through the night From the first native sons To the last desperate shore We have written in freedom While we locked every door [Verse 2 | Add Strings | Woodwinds | Building Intensity] And the ships in the harbor And the chains in the hold Gave proof through the years That the promise was sold Oh say does that lady Still lift up her flame For the tired and the poor Or just those we would name [Chorus | Full Orchestra | Choir Unison | Powerful | March Feel] Glory, glory, what hypocrisy Glory, glory, what hypocrisy Glory, glory, what hypocrisy When the truth keeps marching on [Verse 3 | Brass Prominent | Martial | Accusatory | Forte] We have taken the children From their mothers' own arms We have built up our nation On their labor and harm We have written all men While we counted them less We have sung about freedom While we answered with death [Chorus | Full Force | Driving | Timpani Prominent] Glory, glory, see the history Glory, glory, of this land of the free Glory, glory, built on misery But the truth keeps marching on [Verse 4 | Soft | Choir Humming | Mournful | Piano Dynamic] Give me your tired, your poor Your huddled masses she said But the huddled masses Filled our prisons instead They were told they could breathe In this land of the free But so many stopped breathing And were lost to the sea [Bridge | Timpani Only | Slow | Heavy | Sparse] How many were stolen How many were sold How many were broken In the land paved with gold How many who came here Were turned from the shore How many are buried Where we don't keep the score [Verse 5 | Building | Crescendo | Defiant | Full Arrangement] And the first people watching From the land that was theirs See their children still taken See the nation that swears That all men are created With the same sacred right While it chooses by color Who is worthy of life [Final Chorus | Key Change Up | Fortissimo | Choir Full Harmony | Climax] Glory, glory, we will tell the story Glory, glory, of this blood-soaked ground Glory, glory, there will be no glory Till the truth is finally found [Outro | Decrescendo | Solo Voice | Strings Sustain] Oh say does that banner Still wave for the free Does it wave for the stranger Does it wave for me [Final Lines | Unaccompanied | A Cappella | Slow | Deliberate] Give me your tired Your poor Your huddled masses Yearning to breathe free [Pause | 2 Beats | Quiet | Devastating] They're still yearning [Tag | Solo Trumpet | Melancholic | Fade to Silence]