Cotton fields and city pride
Different tongues but the same song,
Built by hands both free and chained,
through sacrifice, through joy and pain
But we're still standing tried and true,
the red, the white, the faded blue
This is our America, land of the brave
Where freedom's a promise,
We rise through the storm,
We fall then we climb a little higher
We the people, strong and diverse
You can love this land and still demand
We hold the truth in every hand
Not just in words, but how we live
In what we take and what we give
The protest voice, the church bell swell
Each one a thread in this great design
A patchwork people by God's own sign
We are not perfect, but we're still proud
We don't back down, we speak out loud
Not for division, for fear
But for a home worth holding dear
Let justice ring and truth be known
This land is ours, this land's our own
Where the soul of the people
We rise through the storm,
we build through the pain
We fall then we rise again and again
We won't forget who paid the cost
The hero's gone, the battle's lost
We the people, flawed but blessed
This is our America, proud and bold
Not bought, not sold, not outgrown or old
We lift up the truth, we carry the flame
We honor the dream, we cherish the name
There's room at the table,
And it's time to put her first
Not to divide, but to unite
Let's take care of her, together
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