In the face of adversity,
We must stand tall.
If we bicker and fight,
Alone we fall.
America, America,
Land of the great and blessed,
Could you not open your doors,
And give the bruised some rest?
Were you not founded for this sole purpose,
To be a shelter for the abused?
Were not your first settlers Pilgrims,
Of heresy, in their own country, accused?
Were you not blessed
With so great a wealth?
To help others
Is the card you've been dealt.
You've gone through wars
And tragedy has struck
But were not your people full
Of courage and pluck?
Your beautiful fields
And purple mountain ranges
Glorified they are,
And should promote awe and changes.
America, America,
Open your doors and see
The flooding tide of immigrants
Running towards thee.
Our Lady Liberty grasps a torch,
Burning with eternal flame.
How can we reject those
Who, in peace, to us came?
The battered, the bleeding,
The ones who run in fear:
How can we call this a land of freedom
When we deny those who cry so near?
All they want is refuge,
Like travelers from days of old.
How can we leave the innocent
Trapped in terror and cold?
America, America,
Accept those wounded and those who bleed.
May they forever wear the colors
Of the Land of the Free.
