Faint drums in distances rolling
brave tales before us unfolding.
Over proud battle cries it will fly
saving grand dreams that shall not die.
Bloody sands seen at Normandy
attests mankind's will to be free.
The daring who marched as one
arm in arm till the war was won!
From space we see a tiny blue ball
seems not so important after all.
Stare straight into adversity -
hard fought pride and diversity.
Bursting towns, shoveled ditches,
Dust Bowl plains that yield us riches.
Our views changed on world order
as more humans cross our border.
Those wise fathers of our founding
the din of principle keeps pounding.
More hopes today than ever before
opportunity stands at our door.
Purring drums on a sultry eve
a new dawn in which to believe.
We shall solve the world's perils
as our famous flag now unfurls!
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