The paths which strangers actions do condone
Are surely the most natural of signs
I’ve found a path that I can call my own
I want to live no other life than mine
All opportunities that come to me
Even at the beggars table where I dine
They open up my eyes for me to see
I want to live no other life than mine
The more I live; I see my life is one
The blessings of the land are most divine
But who can say they’ve done the things I’ve done?
I want to live no other life than mine
My life, my home, I owe it all to you,
The glory of the red, the white, the blue
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