Faithful Mind And Soul

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By waynecz

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]

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