America America My Country Tis Of Thee

For youthful lemonade stand lucravity

Amongst summer in the suburbs

Hot days of basketball with the neighborhood gang

The big sun beating down on tanned bear backs and tough bear feet

O, cool baths from water hoses. Our only air conditioning

The wind blows through your hair as you stand up on your bike racing home

Cause you just heard your mothers voice echoing through the yards that its dinner time

Cookouts with juicy hamburgers and hotdogs and cheesey potatoes galore

Campfires, misquito bites, long hikes, your little cousins trike

O youthful American dream you inspire me with a smile that’s childlike

I have lived here! I live here! God’s grace covers me.

BUT there is starting to be a struggle

Our cities left in rubble

And we wonder: Who! is my brother

Could he be the one who lives beyond the shining sea

America America my country tis of thee

O beautiful pilgrim feet who fled from a land war torn by Germany

My grandparents

They were afraid of what they could not see

The coast across the sea with fruits and trees bearing liberty

O how terribly treacherous that sea was to travel

Grandpa! Grandpa! How beautiful was that sight?

When you arrived in that land oh delight!

Teach me America how to live as my forefathers did

With liberty and justice for all

My mother told me the day he saw the stamp of citizenship was the best of them all

Just give him a telephone call

Through many dangers toils and snares it took him… but he got there

He loved this country like a wife

He believed its truth glowed like light

America America my country tis of thee

America, America what a story you do hold

A melting pot of cultures tough, adventurous, bold

My Opa dreamed that beautiful patriot dream to live in a nation where the people gleam

And I begin to wonder how it may seem, for my brother who lives beyond the oceans scene

Why I feel I like am so different

I am more blood to the foreigner than my countryman!

why so divided?

Why build a wall when in ‘89 we got so excited to tear them down

just ask Mr. Gorbachev

America is beautiful!

Let us adore our magnificent shores!

Bring me your tired and your poor!

Let’s think back to the word of the Lord

“For you were once the foreigner”