for dad.

the colors of the earth,

the grass beneath my feet,

a blossom's sudden birth

where flesh and flower meet.

a land where i can live

without a thought or worry

that what i have to give

will never try to hurt me.

for across the mighty seas

exists a different place

that does not have our trees

nor a kind or happy face.

men shed blood for us,

we who they do not know,

so that in god we may trust

and democracy we may sow.

so today, tomorrow, and always,

pour your heart out and sing.

because we are safe the rest of our days.

let freedom ring.