The story begins long ago,
A new world they called it,
Ready for civilization.
Like a diamond in the dark,
Its heart began to pump the blood
And freedom to,
It was an amber age ordained by God
Unto those who would fight for Good.
The battle began and rages on
The newborn heart was strong and resilient,
And as they fought to defend it
They proved with their blood
That the war they fought
Was one of their own hearts mended
The next hundred years would pass in a blur,
With wars, and a boom, and depressions,
The growing heart was toughened and tried,
The meaning of freedom extended.
The American mission was set to spread
And soon it was that victory was claimed,
The free world had reached the top.
The glassy clear water of the American dream,
A mirror for each man, each a small America,
He would see his own potential conceived
But then the unforeseen was born;
Rebellion had its start.
Perhaps much less for a captive hand
And much more a captive heart.
A distant memory, the forgotten source
The busy voices and business noises,
America the great world power.
The fight in her continues still.
Let's live for God and fight to make
America's greatest hour.
America the beautiful!
Its beauty is not gone!
There is much good, it's all around,
In love, family, our wives and children,
Fight for these, and mend the world
So, freedom is the end we seek,
Not fairness, justice or equality.
The challenge now is just to see,
That prison bars surround the heart,
Of individuals and thus the Unity.
The words of Kipling in stone are set
"Lord of Hosts, be with us Yet"
For now we ask,
Did we forget?
And now the point is clear to see,
The key fore-written, must clearly be,
That each American must fight for "we".
And so ring out the rally cry,
For God! And country! And brotherhood! I'll die