Born in the U.S.A. We got
Told by all the powers that be
That We were special - heard a lot,
Home of the brave, land of the free.
We of a nation under God,
Justice and liberty for all.
But outsiders became outlawed,
Though We felt free to world wide sprawl.
The future of the U.S.A.
Belongs to children - all not some,
However children make their way,
We the People should each welcome.
Come children from around the Earth.
We the People need to rebirth.
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