My Country 'Tis Of Thee
Too Bad If You Do Not Agree
We Shine Bright
Like Clusters Of Stars In The Sky
On A Midnight Eve
We Rise Above Gloom
Like Twain From His Tomb
Never Let Go Of Faith
No Matter How Grave Things Seem
Woven In Our Fate
We Overcome The Harshest Of Days
Guiding One Another
In What Seems Like Forgotten Ways
We Are The Country Of The Free
Regardless, If You Do Not Agree
And Sing Our Anthem
With GooseBumping Glee
While Laughing Hard
Under The Weeping Willow Tree