Purple Mountains for those afar

who in their distance see.

The vast expanse, wide and far

from sea to shining sea.

But to those mountains, I have trekked 

and there I have found,

no vivid light nor color flecked.

Only dirt upon the ground.

So there I stand on mountain high 

and trace once fruited land.

Hemmed so neat my spacious sky,

stitched with weary hand. 

But a dream forgotten, I suppose,

is that land of the free.

And of its memory we dispose 

when hatred bends our knee

A blank-faced nation, if we could

find the pride to be,

would be crowned with brotherhood

from sea to shining sea. 

Yes, we are a blank-faced nation.

No coloring nor hues 

could force us into subjugation 

unless of course, we choose.

So while we stand divided,

One nation under God,

our future is decided 

and our legacy downtrod.

For we have yet to see!

if a nation brought hence,

conceived in liberty pure,

can sustain her defense.

And thus, long endure. 

A house divided is our nation.

I fear no longer can she stand

under the oppressive breath of discrimination 

that clouds our sacred land.

But through more than race,

we divide, weaken, mar.

and the brilliance of Liberty's face

grows every anguished and scarred.

So let not your political lines divide,

nor your religious diversity sway.

We must end the war between our sides

and unite the U.S. of A.

For we are one body, a nation thus bound

to the insurance of our longevity 

and the freedoms which found

America, in its entirety.

America, America, crippled have you been

by the self inflicted chains of separation 

that have risen up again,

to corrupt a united persuasion. 

Yes, a dream forgotten, I suppose

is that land of the free. 

And of its memory we dispose 

when hatred bends our knee.

A blank-faced nation if we could,

find the pride to be.

Would be crowned with brotherhood 

from sea to shining sea. 

What beauty my eyes behold!

Left not, just for occasion of special import,

but blessed with day by day

Arise my soul from night's long slumber 

and perceive!

All of that which may be seen.

A thousand tongues of raging fire 

produces only smoke,with no substance. 

Clouding Truth in a vast expanse of irrelevancy.

Yet, it it the gentle, invisible breath upon the trees,

that shakes the oaks,

and stirs the seas. 

One vessel lended

Is all I have to hold

Both goodness, truth

And depravities untold

I am but one vessel 

More broken than complete 

And for the little room I have to fill

Both love and hate compete 

Death it seems is peace alone

Life's only assured thing 

The sweetest answer yet to ring

While I stand in darkness, all alone

Yet Depravity cannot but hide

Truth in all its glory!

Life and death combined in one 

I hasten not the story

For what is death without life 

Never more true a riddle 

Death a sweet, mourner's song

And life, a lively fiddle 

Which is more worthy? 

I shall never know 

How might I keep one

And leave the other go? 

So choose I not between the two 

But pursue with all my might 

The one in which I find myself 

A true and noble fight 

Purple mountains to those afar,

who in their distance see,

the full expanse, wide and far

From Sea to Shining Sea.

But to those mountains, I have trekked

and there I have found,

no vivid light nor color flecked 

only dirt upon the ground.

A dream forgotten, I suppose 

is the Land of The Free. 

And of it's memory we dispose

when hatred bends our knee

We are a blank faced nation

no coloring or hues

could force us into subjugation

unless of course, we choose.

A diverse nation, if we could

find the pride to be

would be crowned in brotherhood 

From Sea to Shining Sea.