The Truth At Hand
Out on the prairie,
up on the hills,
from corner to corner,
our voices must not be stilled.
We are the carrier's,
of the truth at hand,
let us be heard,
from sea to land.
No man can conquer,
our God given rights,
freedom is ours,
now rise to great heights.
Honor, and respect,
they must be earned,
instilled in our hearts,
forever to burn.
Many before us,
and more to come,
God Bless America,
His Will shall be done.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2009
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