July 4, 1776

It was my turn

I picked up the pen

Never has a feather been so heavy

I dipped the pen in the ink

A single drop fell from the tip

Landing back in the well

I slowly moved my hand towards the document

Am I doing the right thing?

Is becoming a traitor to the crown

A fugitive until the day I die

A wanted man across two continents

Worth it?

Yes

It is worth it

By signing my name

I make the future better

I secure the blessings of liberty

For myself and my posterity

I set the tip to the paper

And slowly

Signed my name

John Hancock