America needs to be what it was founded upon
A nation of immigrants
Dreamers as it were
Let us be pioneers for the outliers
Seeking a home to be free
Let those dreamers be free
Let it be a love for rainbows
Not tyrants scheming
Crushing those with their power above
Let it be a land
With no false patriotism
Let opportunity be equal
As life is in a sense free
Let the night be safe
Looking out at the stars
I am the poor, the disabled, the trodden upon
I am driven from many a land
I find it is the same as always
The mighty stomp on the weak
But I am full of dreams
Tangled in the ancient ties to religion
Giving what I can to a higher power
My body my mind not controlled by greed
I am all the people, humble and hungry
I am always hungry with my dream
Beaten again
Never getting far
Yet I dream a basic dream
Feeling the old serf to a monarch
I dream a dream so strong
So unfortunately true
So unfortunately sung
It’s in every bone
In the core of my America
I could have sailed on the Mayflower
An outcast looking for a home
A home of the free
For all the dreams that came true
The rock and trees moves
The flags flying in the wind
The volunteers not even paid
The dream almost dies
Let America be as it was founded
The promise never fulfilled
And yet it is a land of the free
The land made America
With blood forming rivers
The dream comes again
American will never fully be America to me
But yet I swear
American I am
Out of the shootings
The lies
All the people must be
America the beautiful
The land of those tired hungry masses searching for freedom
But the states stretch on
And the rainbows die
On the boundless plains
America is not America to me the LGBT