The Golden Gate
Is it really free will or is it just fate
That we are here at the golden gate?
We are here but I don’t know how
We are alive but just why is it now?
I see you, such a beautiful, lovely creation
Living in this wonderful, American nation
Here we laugh, talk and share our emotions
Was it from luck that we have this devotion?
We set out to create something to adore
Hoping to keep our minds away from war
So if we are here for a very special task
Why is it love that makes our bond last?
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