America America land of the freed.
Many hundreds of years ago God planted a tiny seed.
He planted it to watch it grow.
How proud he was to see what one tiny seed could do that he had
At first a tiny, scrawny, skinny stem and only a shallow root.
It was only a start just a little shoot.
But with the change of each season
It became stronger and seemed to give more reason
This little plant was growing into a tree
With its leaves, trunk, and its limbs as strong as can be.
It grew so big and round
It seemed to welcome you without a sound.
Provided shelter for some
And for many more to come.
It didn't know rich from poor.
It shared only its love and beauty for everyone for evermore.
Everyone admired such wisdom and strength
It gave to all didn't matter how short, how tall what size or
This was when America was born.
It was here for the young, the old, and even the scorn.
Land of opportunity to welcome love and give
A land where many people could grow and live.
As God gave us a tree
He gave us the wisdom to see
Our land has beat the Roman Empire for history.
God has truly made some of our lives a real mystery
For this beautiful land of opportunity and willing
Why in our streets is there so much killing?