America, the abundant, the place I was born
I’ll cherish till the day I die.
Where the bones of past heroes lie buried in the ground
Who loved her the same as I.
Her mountains are so tall they reach for the sky
With prairies where the green grasses grow.
There’s billions of trees where wild birds nest
With creatures that flourish below.
That blue gold called water with which we are blessed
As raindrops or crystallized snow
Changes to rivers and fresh water lakes
While the winds of our seasons blow.
Some cities have buildings a hundred stories tall
Structures of concrete, glass and steel.
A statue in a harbor, a present from France
Describes how inside, we feel.
That flag on the moon with red and white stripes
Proves our blessings & dreams come true.
A country of heroes who line up to protect
The past, the present and the few.
America has survived all attempts to destroy
Knowing the cruelty of war
And we who remain must help keep her free
For those who can march no more!
No priest provides our freedom of faith
No reporter grants us liberty to voice.
No judge, lawyer, politician or teacher
Only the lives of soldiers at risk by choice.
It matters not, how long we last
More, how well we play our part.
For the Wisdom of God is always near
As long as there’s truth in our heart.
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