America, America
With her opened doors
A country so blessed
From its center to its shores.
A multitude of Americans
Some from near and far
All have different colors
But all have stripes and stars.
With its chips and bruises
With its cracks and mars
America still stands
Despite its battle scars.
America, America
On this precious day
We celebrate our freedoms
And are blessed in every way.
Happy Independence Day!
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Jesus helped me with this
poem. My mom revised and edited it.
