Ballad of America
America, she sings and America she cries
Broken are the wings, this child filled with need
Searching for peace with tears in her eyes
Waving like a flag in the colors that she bleeds
Blessed from the start with the gift of her name
A home that is free and a heart that is caring
A place on this earth where her presence remains
A legacy filled with the spirit of sharing
America is stained by the sins of her past
But like nature, with the season, she will change
And each step that she takes she will carve a new path
To renew and give birth to a home on the range
So much fun as the child we were born
How remote now the memories we lived
Between what’s right and what’s wrong, we are torn
And now must learn not to forget but forgive
“America the Beautiful”, the ballad of our heart
The words you have spoken from our fathers bygone
Patron of peace may our lives never part
From the goal of our future to make love our new song
Michael 2/4/ 2022
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