God shed His grace on thee

When the bombs were bursting

And limbs were flailing 

You came from the fight

Bruised and beaten

Yet your symbol raised up

A final act of defiance

To our cousins across the sea

You screamed 

"Freedom is mine. Freedom is mine. This land is mine. You can see it 

By the dawn's early light. It is colored in red white and blue- this freedom is mine"

You called out freedom like it was an old friend.

A friend you thought was too nice to bestow to those three shades darker

So when the copper skinned asked for a seat at the table you

Reaching out with bloodied hands and dry mouths you screamed-

Freedom is mine. This freedom is mine. Not yours.

And God shed His grace on thee

When tyrants ran over bodies like old sheets of paper

And you ran to their rescue

You had grown strong since your last major fight

The growing pains hurt like a bitch

But a bitch you made your own

Your cousin across the sea would be proud,

In fact, he needed your help

And so you-

ever the hero, ever the optimist

Put your boots back on and went into the fight

You sang with the song of a million voices 

To free those you didn't even know

To free those who needed you

You never understood how so many 

Could let fear make locking up innocent human beings seem rational

Until you did the same thing

Of course you didn't kill anyone

You just let them know that they were less than you in everyway

And couldn't be trusted

Because this land is yours. You fought for it once. 

I mean no one looks down at the bodies you stand on

Once you have made it to the top

God shed His grace on thee! 

When all eyes looked to the moon

And saw your name all over it

No country could rival your greatness

You had conquered the sky

You yourself wondered

If there was anything greater to be had

If there was anything you could not do

You told yourself no.

You remembered the song you sang when you came home from battle

This land is your land. This land is my land.

It was echoed so many times

Over and over again

It got fragmented amongst the lines of soldiers

And so all you heard was,

This land is my land. This land is my land. 

And it was you who made it great

Going to war to fght for freedom

As long as that freedom pertained to you

And you were fighting for people who looked like you

And if they didn't-

You fought for the oil

I mean for the global stability.

And time after time 

God shed His grace on thee!

It sounds great in songs

But at some point-

Somewhere down the line

God didn't shed His grace on thee

You took it.

Just like this land.

Just like this freedom.

From sea to shining sea

I only ask, that you

Spend more time learning how to shed it to others

Be like that God you praise every Sunday.

Because you were right.

Through all your wrongs- you were right

There is nothing you cannot do.