Our many states and people still are one
The one that brings together many hopes
Two hundred fifty years and still not done
And yet still bound by strength exceeding ropes
The “rope” of this great nation can be found
In every heart that beats with freedom’s blood
The blood of hope that stains this holy ground
Still nurtures every blossom, seed, and bud
A declaration made is more than words
Our independence grows when we are true
We rise together like majestic birds
Like eagles bound for freedom in the blue
United in our union we still soar
And know what we can be, and so much more.
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