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Nothing bad meant to any a foreign land.


America is my country
I hold dear to my heart
I have grown to love it
Right from the start

America is my home
Where I was born
It is now a country
Many people have scorn

This is about our beliefs
that we help many a land
seems most of the hatred 
comes from countries with rocks and sand

They boast of their religion
Hoot and holler in the street
Then we are evil 
Because them we do defeat

If they are religious
And want to live Gods will
They shouldn’t commit crimes
That gives the world a chill

Yes I am American 
I am religious too
I hold no hatred
At any point of view

America is strong
Our ground we will hold
May God bless 
All that has been bold

Many of men and women
Have fought under the American flag
Even when it has been tattered and torn
And even shredded to a rag

We love our country
The same as the foreigners love theirs
We all need to come together
And stop all the tears









Copyright © Waynster ... [2004-02-29 11:20:39]
Posted: 2005-06-20 00:26:26 UTC

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