Dear America
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.
I know that people
Just can't agree
On anything
They see...
But you, America,
Must know,
That without our values,
We're brought low.
So let's bring them back
These values of love, of law, of truth, and peace,
And together we'll rediscover freedom,
When we embrace all of these.
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