Who is to say?
Who is to blame?
We are losing faith
In America the Great
"Dude, America's so lame"
They say it all the time
"We're going down in a flame"
It might not be a lie
Oh, pray tell, what has happened
To dear, old America the Great?

 

We do have little faith in you,
America.
They don't see what is great in you,
America.
We see the hatred and lies,
The death and the crimes.
It takes a toll on our souls.
We're losing all our faith,
In America the Great.

 

What happened to the American Dream?
Did we all wake up from our slumber
And realise what a blunder America the Great truly is?
Or did it turn into a nightmare,
Where we all run and we're scared?
"Dreams are dead" they may say,
But who's to say they really are.

 

America the Great,
I believe in you.
America the Great,
Not everyone has lost their faith.
It's merely misplaced.

 

America, you have allowed us to be free.
You have given us reason to believe.
We have our rights to speak, to write, to be.
We have a chance to chase our American Dreams.

 

Fear threatens our world, our peace.
War is on the horizon.
We know that we will be protected and cared for
By America the Great.
People choose to die for you,
America.
They fight battles for years
Just to prove their dedication and love
For you, America.
You have nurtured us from the beginning,
Keeping us alive and allowing us to thrive.

 

America, you have married us,
Maybe not literally,
But figuratively.
You have had us and held us,
In sickness and in health,
In poorness and in wealth,
For better or for worse.
You have loved us and cherished us
And will do so until death do us part.

 

And death does part us.
Too many die each year
Because they didn't feel free
To get the help they need.
We focus on immigration
And on taxation,
But what about the people
That have a mental disability,
A mental illness.
Depression, Anxiety, Bipolar Disease.
They wreak havoc on minds,
Creating a darkness
In a place that's supposed to be safe.
In our minds, we have thoughts,
Thoughts we don't want.
We can't control our moods,
We can't control our behavior.
They have complete control
And create a personal mental hell.

Where is the help we need
For people affected with these.
They're just as bad as cancer,
But half as treatable.
Just as lethal,
But less talked about.
On the news, they discuss cures.
Cure research for Alzheimer's,
Cures for cancers,
Cures for HIV/AIDS.
But what about our mental health?
One in four are affected by cancer.
One in four are affected by mental illness.

 

America, you can love everyone for who they are,
No matter where they're from,
No matter what their gender is,
No matter their sexuality,
No matter their skin color,
No matter their language,
No matter their heritage.
Everyone can be welcome
If we just change how our systems run.

 

But America tolerates more than others.
People are killed because they like men
Or maybe because they gave up their masculinity
Or femininity
To be more like how they feel inside.
Men are stoned to death,
Just because they wore a dress.
There is fairness awarded here
That is not given in many other places.

 

Religion will hurt us, America.
We are too focused on loving our Gods
When we should be focused on loving you.
Not all religions are bad.
Not all people are bad.
A part doesn't represent the whole,
Just like the whole doesn't represent the part.

 

America, that's what I love about you.
We can be who we choose.
We can love who we choose.
We can make choices about how things go.

We believe everyone can have the same opportunity.
Everyone gets a chance.
We can improve ourselves
To be better and better.

 

America the Great,
You receive so much hate
For doing nothing wrong to us.
We, ourselves, have changed.
Change can be for better
But it can also be for worse.
If we choose to continue to slander
What has loved us so dearly,
We may lose our identity
As America the Great.
We could become America Filled With Hate
And we'll be below Canada the Great.

 

 

No single word in English renders all the shades of toska.
At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great
spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause.
At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul,
a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining,
a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning.
In particular cases it may be the desire for
somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness.
-Vladimir Nabokov