Patricia Kelley (March 11 1957 / Oklahoma)
We believe In the American Dream
Politicians' say take their guns, they don't need their guns.
When the truth is America's turning back into the wild, wild, west.
We're not at our best.
Most Americans lack any morals.
We're divided by a country that quarrels.
We've closed the Bible putting God to rest.
We think of ourselves as immortals.
We've said and accepted, no morality putting our God to the test.
America needs to wake-up from your somber sleep.
And loudly protest.
We will not sit back and let you take our guns.
We will defend our sons and daughters, for generations to come.
You refused to protect our boarders, so you could usher in the votes.
You leave us no alternative but to get out our guns.
We're not going to sit back as a nervous child that sucks their thumb.
While you, march with your private army into our homestead doors taking our guns.
Our fathers' and forefathers' fought for rights.
This isn't about color, blacks against whites.
This is simply about freedom that rings.
In which past wars were won, and a heroes' song was sung.
I'm proud to be and American. I am proud to be free. If it wasn't for America's guns, I would have no song to sing.
My forefather's would have felt Britain's sting, and we would have been ruled by a Britain's evil king.
And Paul Revere riding through loudly yelling, "The British are coming" would have been America's last dream.
I'm proud to be and American, my heart so does sing.
I wear my heart on my sleeve.
I refuse to grieve.
To my lost American dream,
That God searches into the heart of America and sees and grieves for America's sweet dream.
He will lead new grandfathers and fathers, and sons and daughters towards the American dream.
We're not a violent people.
We just want to put America back on that steeple.
That sings were proud to be American. We believe in the American dream.
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