Americas Pledge
The air is crisp, the sun is out,
the stress is gone, let out a shout.
It’s time to heal, accept our fate,
let the bells chime, ring out the hate.
We will survive, if we hold hands,
and pray for peace in all the lands.
We’re, after all, the human race,
let’s stand up tall, let’s take our place!
We pledge to you our fellow man,
we’ll look ahead, do all we can.
We’ll take our pen, and every word,
will be of hope, and pray be heard.
With voices strong, and laws to write,
Americas pledge, we’ll do what’s right!
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