I hear America singing,

Melodically across the fifty states,

Heard above the sound of the birds chirping

Beyond the white picket fence.

THe oices that range from a deep alto to a high soprano,

Some louder and some more passionate,

Each holding a special role in their community

As we work dat and night

The voices never cease.

I hear America singing,

The song expresses the hardship that may have suffered,

Happiness that is indescribable,

Pain that cannot be treated,

Creative minds that is not containable,

All expressed throughout the decades.

The land of freedom it is,

A land of opportunity for many types of people,

No matter the beliefs or the skin tone,

Free of judgement within a mind.

A land filled within an ocean of knowledge,

An uncountable source of happiness.

I hear America singing as,

Children laughter fill the air,

CHurch bells rining in the distant,

And the cries of the mourning linger.

Life is vast, with each unique voice there is.