Chests in the Harbor

Cold December, restless night
1773 in sight
Ships lie still in harbor light
Something’s shifting in the fight

Taxed without a single say
Voices rising day by day
East India’s cargo waits
But something’s about to change

No more silence, no more chains
No more bowing down again

Throw it in the water, let it sink below
No more king across the sea deciding what we owe
From the docks to the sky, hear the people cry
Freedom’s not for sale tonight

Three ships rocking in the dark
History’s about to start
Raise your hand, take your stand
We won’t drink their tea again