Melting

This country began, with the melody of an orange rhythm, Then lady liberty showed her beacon light Giving in the twilight, A hope for a new, beginning. And as these people escaped A less understanding place, By God’s grace; we accepted them And with this understanding came. Eventually, a hybrid land named, America. Turmoil of the civil war, but that soon past, Giving a race, freedom at last. We fight for the weak, weary and the sick,And usually win. But one thing has always been practiced; Uncle Sam is an activist. With people of different walks of life;Passing in the middle of the night. Americans, we call ourselves, and since the beginning it has been true. That a piece of paper called The Declaration of Independence; Was written, signed and sings true, That certain rights are bestowed by God; Like life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.