"We the People",
Get to worship neath the steeple,
Because we have a Country,
That let's all be free.
Outside my window, the seasons change. With God's
mighty hand, he does re-arrange, the colors to suit
His every mood, with some colors softly subdued.
Others are more vivid and bright, these, I find to my
Now his name is on the Wall,
Just because he took the fall.
Stillness permeates the air,
As someone places a memento there.