My Beloved America
Something cries deep within the heart of me
for the fate of this dear land where I live free
So many perils are there to endanger us all,
freedom teeters, is in danger to one day fall
My feet have marched, my wheels have rolled
to keep all men free in this nation's sweet fold
My voice have I often raised in chant and song
to fight for this land to stay solid and strong
For men of every color, race and ethnicity
have I given my strength for shared diversity
No walls will this old heart support or tolerate
for enemies live within with their evil and hate
There is a blight on America and its at our head,
if not stopped, we might all find ourselves dead
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