optimistic optimism continue marching forward hope live on
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I see Liberia!
A land where the seashores of the Atlantic
Embraced and welcomed the Mayflower,
The great voyage of a rising sun,
Imprinting the omen of a new dawn.
There's so much I want to say
So much I want to do.
But hey my mind and heart isn't made of clay.
There is a pulse,
An impulse
To reach out
Collapse collapse! Falling worlds plague the
day.
Melancholy whispers turn the skies grey.
Get up, rise, lets see the sun set.
Before night comes, and the earth is stained
red.
