Hope for our Country, Tis of thee.
Hope for our Country, Tis of Thee.
America the Great we claim to be
Freedom is supposed to be for you and me.
From mountain to mountain it claims to ring.
Though we have tried,
We still must turn the tide.
For all of those who have died,
We need to hear them sing.
By: Brooke Butler
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