Gliding on wings of realities sweet,

Across the fields of dreams,

Accepting not fear nor defeat

Propelled by self-esteem:

Such are the keynotes

Of the life

Of the U.S.A. in constant strife.

The clouds are those of yesteryear,

The same old shadows creep,

The paths of hope are just as clear,

The hills are no less steep,

The orchestra

Of political heat

Plays with the same old

Rhythm and beat.

Melting masses diversified

And ever so often differing,

The same old Congress altered not

With passions always simmering,

One nation under God supreme

Trusting and defining

Losing not the will to see

Freedom’s silver lining.