A Part of Me
I am proud to call Canada my place of birth,
cherishing my freedom; I'm aware of its worth.
Throughout my life, I have witnessed my nation grow,
shaped by compassionate people; this much I know.
Democracy was won by battles o'er the years,
fought for by its heroes, drenched in sweat, blood, and tears.
Canada was slowly nurtured into being;
the land of the free is a concept with meaning.
Its political life was tempered like a knife,
by economic hardship and internal strife.
Liberty is a right that's precious in this land,
protected within its laws, as its founders planned.
A culture of tradition and diversity,
bolsters its strength when confronting adversity.
And peace is a goal that we actively promote,
voices united in the power of our vote.
We are a nation of morals and ideals,
where equality and freedom are packaged deals.
For here, we all enjoy the true meaning of free,
I'm part of this country, and it's a part of me.
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