The American


On US soil the dream is alive,
hopes of building a future that lives on and thrives.
The battle is fought and the war rages.
It will come to an an end as the birds are freed from their cages.
Our troops coming home hurt, wounded, and killed.
The US flag flown at half staff.
What are they are fighting for? Freedom.
As we live on and continue this journey together,
let us not forget the true meaning of what it means to be an Americam.

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