My country ’tis of thee,
Once land of liberty,
Of thee I sing,
Land where more sons have died,
Out of this blinding pride,
How many times we cried:
Make freedom ring!

My native country, thee,
Our land comes at a fee,
Where do our taxes go,
Far from our native hills,
To Middle Eastern bills,
My heart with growing chills,
Wants this to change.

Let music swell the breeze
And ring from all the trees,
A song that will just seize,
All peoples needed pleas,
Let voices ring aloud,
What they have just avowed,
Sing true and strong.

A song shall always be,
A song of liberty,
Which we can sing.
It should be very bright,
Look in a brand new light,
Then with a great delight,
Change will have come.
-Aaron E-J

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