A beautiful pride loitered in the air
The day our dear Americ was born
Ecstasy lit the eyes of her people
Shining as bright as the mid-summer sun
Twinkling as delicate as the stars
A cacophony of joyful voices
All pronounced her newfound independence
And victory songs gushed from her heart
But do we so believe or understand
With every single ounce of our being
That all men are created equal
While segregation thrives in many forms?
Are we truly the land of the free
While enslaved by a biased government?
Are we truly the home of the brave
When we're so afraid to admit our wrongs?
What has become of our land of the lost?
Have all our rock-solid beliefs crumbled
Into a lifeless heap of dreams and hopes?
We have switched the roles of falseness and fact
Favoring handouts over hard labor
And great wealth over economic growth
Oh, we cannot defend our exposed lands
As a troubled slumber consumes us now!
Our country can relive greatness once more
Fluttering as gracefully as her flag
Though she is a nation of weariness
Her bold colors drained by the wind
And her fine threads tattered from carelessness
Her beautiful pride can be awakened
And her historic claim, "In God We Trust"
Can again be her true badge of honor
We pledge allegiance to our fore fathers
And to every dedicated soldier
We offer gratefulness to a nation
Who forged a profound mark in history
We will raise our hopes to the eastern sky
And our prayers to our burdened government
And let the bombs bursting in air profess
That we will be America the Great!
Written by: Brittnae' Patterson