In the heart of a land, both proud and wide,
Where rivers of voices and dreams collide,
A nation stands, divided yet whole,
A tapestry woven with each human soul.

The streets hum with the march of change,
From the cries for justice, to visions strange—
A fight for freedom, a call for peace,
The hope that one day, the struggles cease.

Beneath the flag, stars still gleam bright,
But the fabric is torn in the deep of the night.
The weight of the past, the pulse of the new,
Old wounds still healing, but something true.

From every corner, voices rise,
Echoes of truth in the shifting skies.
Through storms of doubt, through winds of fear,
We search for a future that’s fair and clear.

In cities of gold and fields of green,
The dream of the American journey is seen.
It’s messy, it’s raw, but it’s still alive—
The dream that helps this land survive.

We stand on the edge, together but apart,
Learning the lessons of the human heart.
No map, no guide, just the stars above—
The journey ahead is one we must love.