An old world feeling
In a new world
Keep the faith
And
Never loose it
Remember
You are the glue
Keeping everything together
You are the lone pillar
Left standing tall in a world of social unrest
And misunderstanding
American
You have become
The rain
Feeding the plants
Allowing them to blossom
In springtime
Then drying up
Only
To come back again
In the form of rain
To quench the thirst
In a desert of unfriendliness
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