Give me Ray Charles’ America!
“God shed His grace on thee!
Crown thy good, with brotherhood,
From sea to shining sea!”
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Waving wheat, farmland sweet,
Cornfields and sparkling streams.
Small town folks telling jokes,
Freedom to live our dreams.
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Were you “Born in the USA”
As “The Boss” so loudly proclaims?
Or did you came from far away
With freedom as your aim?
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With freedom to speak up for what you believe,
To let your opinions be known.
Personal expression is well received,
When you call America home.
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A melting pot of diversity,
With people of every creed;
Where effort determines your destiny,
And all have a chance to succeed.
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Baseball, the flag and apple pie;
Some symbols of our pride.
Watching fireworks light the sky,
On a blanket on the fourth of July.
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How dare they come to our shore,
And destroy what we value so dear!
It was they that with that first act that cried “War”
Now it is us that they fear.
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Singing “One, two, three, four–
What are we fighting for?”
Five, four, three, two–
For the red, white and blue!
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Brave soldiers have gone to get back our pride
And make sure the America is safe.
To fight with others that are on our side.
Whose sensibilities the terrorists chafed.
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Some say America has lost her way,
But even a blind man can see her heart.
Open your eyes and love her today.
All must do their part.
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Give me Ray Charles’ America!
“God shed His grace on thee!
Crown thy good, with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!”

© Cassandra 2004