Standing in a Sea of Dreams

The land of the free Oh, the possibilities that there could be Free to exist as our true selves Whether in religion or thought That is was at least what I was taught Yet, Here I Stand Here in this diverse and prosperous land Branded by the colour of my skin Seen as a threat as well as the rest of my kin Talk of building a towering wall A wall that will stand strong and tall To keep those of my likeness away I never thought that I’d see the day And although struck with shock, here I stay I wade here amongst a sea of immigrants All with stories similar to my own All swimming to pursue their dreams Unyielding Why are certain fish allowed to dream? Are we all not part of the same sea? Did we all not come from afar? Seeking fame, fortune, safety, or the right to dream? Searching for security or opportunity with stars in our eyes? Could this have just been a bunch of lies? A story too good to be true? As we lie stranded here in the endless blue. And Yet, here I stand In the land of the free In the home of the brave In the land that houses those brave enough to make the journey In the home that boasts unlimited opportunity With Courage, I stand To excel in this Mighty, but wilting land To dream as big as the open sea To show that this life was meant to be With Rigor, I stand Unyielding To show future generations the fruits of my labor That the same fruit picked with blistered fingers Can produce an orchard of unrestrained aspirations Here I Stand To build on a history of Blood, Sweat, and Tears To relinquish all my fears To prove I am more than a shade To prove I am no rapist; no criminal will mal-intent To prove the value of what is being turned away Oh America, don’t be lead astray Please don’t turn away from the dark, poor, or gay Please Don’t turn off your bright bright light Please, please show me that I’m right That you still believe in opening your mighty arm To protect those escaping harm To allow us all the ability to dream Oh America, you can dream with me Of days where colour is nothing more than something on a paint palette Of days where religion and sexuality are nothing more than a preference Of days where nationality is nothing more than a conversation starter Oh America, come dream with me Of the day where we can all stand tall together Mightier than any wall Built on different ideologies and goals Oh America, please hear my plea For I hope one day We Will Stand Together and Dream