JULY
I MOURN FOR HERFOR WHAT SHE COULD HAVE BEEN
WELCOMING ARMS TO ALL THE WORLD
HER SONGS OF HOPE AND DREAMS
MANY DID BRAVE THE DANGEROUS SEAS
TO GATHER AT HER FEET
AND FOR A TIME THEY SHARED THIS
LAND OF HONEY AND WHEAT
BATTLES WERE FOUGHT BLOOD WAS SHED
FOR FREEDOM HAS A COST
THROUGH THE FLAMES A FLAG WAS RAISED
AND PLEDGED. FREEDOM WOULD NOT BE LOST
AND AS SHE PROSPERED THRU THE YEARS
GROWING STRONGER AND MOST BOLD
MANY GREW POWERFUL AND GREEDY
NOT WILLING TO SHARE HER GOLD
THEN LAWS BECAME A SHELTER FOR
POWER, GREED, AND SO
TO KEEP THE PAWNS IN LINE
THEIR FREEDOMS HAD TO GO
WHEN FREEDOM DIES, THE HEART REBELS
WHEN TRUTH BECOMES LIES
THE PRIDE IN COUNTRY FAILS
SHE BROKE MY HEART WITH A WOUND THAT
WILL NOT HEAL
SO AS THEY RAISE THE FLAG AND SING
MY VOICE WILL JUST BE STILL
SO SING ON YOUR SONGS OF HOPE AND PRIDE
IF STILL YOUR VOICE CAN SAY
DEAR AMERICA, LAND OF THE FREE,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
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