The Promise


The heaven we chase we eye with a mischievous gleam
Liberty – she craves only impossible things
Caught in the pursuit of unquenchable dreams
Here the sweet bird of youth sings
Tireless and changeful, swift and free
A constitutional republic, a democracy
In chaos we trust
Fate loves the fearless so she favors us
We are the Icarus the sun can't catch fire
Flame burning with the desire to fly higher
Blessed be we few who articulate without accord
Who live by a blind-folded woman and her scale and sword
We are close with the weary and heartbroken
As well as the fierce and hardworking
My dear Founding Fathers, the common people have no need of solace
For your descendants delivered the American promise

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