| By brian francis Our national path can seem always up hill Brightly we climb our progress a thrill But then we find on the other side of it all A much steeper hill and down it we fall And down in the valleys where shadows play Licking our wounds, we sit and we stay Regretting the effort, we’d expended before We sulk in sorrow, feeling weak and sore Deception might fool us lies leading us astray Challenge the union in hopes it might fray Whispers and secrets and deceptions and lies We question our progress, tear at our ties When we are inspired by our just looking back Seeing the progress, we have made in our track And remembering what has bound us ‘til now The Declaration, Constitution, our societal vow We await the sound the siren cry of our cause Excited we rally together without pause The giant gets restless in its slumbering rest As the nation is challenged put to the test Liberty cries loud that great banshee scream As again together we climb and we dream The banner waves high its light shining bright The bald eagles fly talons ready to fight Copyright © 2020 brian francis |
National Path
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