| A Land Will ... Shine Free |  |
| I think, what is America?
Explorers from where they came,
By morning and night,
To find a land not so tame.
I think, what is America?
Captains of rivers that cry,
I can not find the course,
No matter how hard I try.
I think, what is America?
Of soldiers that fought tooth and nail,
Whose blood that was left on the plain,
Who spirit will always set sail.
I think, what is America?
As I start a new day,
Birds and song greet a light,
And God shows us the way.
Maybe this is America,
The land that I seek,
Where love is king,
And the spirit never grows weak.
Maybe this is America,
The one I dream to be,
One nation shall go forth,
A land will...shine free. | By Phil Mitchell
Copyright 2005
Listed 5/02/2005 |
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