I Pray, America
I hear America...
Sirens ringing, helicopters hovering
I try not to, but still I listen
I pray, America.
Loud screams, Bad dreams
They feel so real yet so fake
So I pray, America.
Happy day,
Listen to all the laughter,
the playing, the game.
Sad day,
Lost my way, hoping to forget
So I pray, America.
Life seems short and it seems long
We may not know it,
but we're all doing wrong
So I pray America
Wars fought, fighting still going on
I wonder when will it be all over.
So I pray America.
I may only be a child barely starting life
But my eyes have see things
it shouldn't have
But still I have faith
I still have hope
And the only thing I have left to say is
I pray America.
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