Treasures of time are laid out upon tracks of life,
letting us pick and choose routes or avenues that
each of us prefer to take.
Freedom flying like our flag, giving us the liberty
of God-given gifts that no one can ever take away
from us.
So lucky to be living in this nation, we're lighting
the fuses of patriotism once again, we're on a runaway
train headed into the future.
There's no more stopping us at all with Trump at the
helm, keeping us steady and focused into the future,
a nation rebuilt even better and stronger than before.
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