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The world i've travelled far and wide
All over Europe and the other side
But one thing I know for sure
my home is on an American shore.
Wasn't lucky enough to be born a Yank
But my heart is there and that I thank
For the land is full of joy and pride
From mountaintops to the Oceanside.
When I see Old Glory Wave
It reminds of the land of the Brave.
For she has flown through wind and storm
And on the Capital she does adorned.
And when the world has been at its worst
A nation rises to be the first
To stop evil triumph over good
To bring peace ,liberty and brotherhood.
In world war two I saw her bleed
At Pearl ,was her time of need.
At Iwo Gima she heard the call
And brave Americans gave their all.
She has had dark times on that we know
In Birmingham her pride did slow.
A preacher and President were taken away
A nation cried and the skies turned grey.
A woman is treated with disgust
She still takes her seat upon that bus.
And when God askes her to come home
The nation mourns her under the Capital dome.
On a fateful September Day
The world stops in dismay
Her knees bend and she takes a blow
My love for her only grows.
In twenty ten a voice is heard
A man stands tall and swears a pledge .
Colour race are finally withdrawn
From the office there is a new dawn.
For all the bad that has been
A light shines through that can be seen
A country born under a steeple
Is summed up as "We the People".
I'm proud to say im a friend
And that my love for her I will defend.
God protect her everyday
My adopted country the USA. | By Brea Burland
Copyright 2009
Listed April 16, 2010 |
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