I, Too, Sing America
I, Too, Sing America
I, too, sing America
I am the faithful sister.
They tell me to move on
When the hardships come,
But I laugh,
And smile
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I’ll stay
When the hardships come.
Nobody’ll dare
Say to me,
“Move on”
Then.
Besides,
They’ll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed--
I, too, am America.
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