the strength
of the great nation
has open the doors
of the winding roads
that have been ahead
through the traveling
open eyes
as we have walked
the grass lands
and flowering meadows
we search high and low
to see the difference
of where we often stand
or be alone
seeking down
in history
of the threads
and the dusk of the moon
embracing one soul and heart
for we have open our eyes to see
the rise of the sun shifting through
the meadows on such a warm wonder day
as our ancestors have give us a dream
to search for the faith
where we often shall belong
for searching the roots of wishing
that slavery was out for feeling
so much terror
is heartbroken yet to see