America

It makes me proud to see how quickly this nation can come together as one. 

How quickly we answer the call when there is work to be done. 

Nobody complains, everyone tries

To pick up the pieces of the ones with tears in their eyes

Whether you've lost somebody or lost something else

There's always a shoulder to cry on and a hand looking to help

It's America, the Beautiful; America, the Brave

It's America, we fight for those who have caved.

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