America the Free
Freedom for you or freedom for me,
To die for you, or for country?
Is this not a choice, but instead a goal,
what does it mean for us to truly be free?
A state made from bridges burned,
Under a flag we shall stand and support,
That protect the speeches that are not the norm
Because true free, does not allow for comfort
Conformity to party brings division
But those who think for themselves is individualism
To maintain our state
Even those who do not agree,
We must stand side by side
If we are to be free
When we are the enemy, we are lost
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