You know, words on paper
Could never define
Even the poet
Doesn't have the right lines
To ease the heartaches
Or quiet the fears
Of a land in mourning
The whole world hears
Peace now seems so distant
To a land that's only known
Goodwill toward men
Among the free we call home
United as one
We must stand
And give God permission
To heal our land
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