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