america the beautiful
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O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain
The chorus rings in my living room as we sing,
My father clumsily playing the piano
And my brother and I singing off-key.
France hates us.
The world laughs at us.
We are slobs.
We are free.
We are generous.
We are beautiful.
A walk through Washington D.C. would be incomplete
Without a stop at a trickling fountain -
The object of a thousand dreams
And pennies flicked up high,
Like the work of our forefathers
Broad stripes, what our soldiers bleed.
Bright stars, what our children see.
The youth watch fiction and fantasy,
Roaring through the Purple Mountains Majesty
Comes a thunder deeper than any ocean
And from across the golden fields and valleys
Comes a great people in motion
Dear America,
My place of rest...
Listen to the things
That make you the best.
The laws that you're built on,
The values they reflect
Are still somewhere here
In the hearts we elect.
(inspired by "America the Beautiful". Some lyrics used)
O beautiful America:
your amber waves of grain
and purple mountain majesties
have turned to gray.
You crowned thy good with brotherhood,
My Mind;
My only mind;
The one I hold dear;
So dear;
Without such;
My opinions would be non-existent;
My thoughts would be nothing;
Nothing for I;
Nothing for anyone;
