I Miss America
I miss America
And I’ve never been there
It may seem impossible
Nothing but an affair
I miss America
And that colorful flag
The girl from Pennsylvania
Past full of sweat and blood
I miss America
White and black skin,
Dominant race or just a sin
But still loving the dream it means
I miss America
Young, wild, magnificent New World
A stolen country from those who saw it born
Mohawk or Cherokee, savages
For the ones who don’t understand
I miss America
At least the idea of it
Like Sinatra I’ll do it in my way
The day we can finally meet
Copyright © Julia Montero | Year Posted 2020
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