There's little more than panic and despair,
Moving through the mass of frosty air.
These little golden dreams torn asunder at the seams,
It's almost just too much for me to bear.

You say there's no reason for concern,
as we watch the things around us smoke and burn.
Got to be be quick on your feet when there's panic in the street.
Will those forgotten spirits ever learn?

The mighty trees of freedom bend and sway,
struggling with the sickness and decay.
And I can't help but wonder "why" as I look toward the sky:
"Did we ever let ourselves get so astray?"

Above it all the flag, Old Glory reigns,
healing this wounded nation from her pains.
Before long we'll stand free next to Lady Liberty
and finally shed off these worn chains.

No reason now to hang a head in shame
or worry about a patriotic game.
Can we all focus now and build that shining city on the hill,
instead of worrying about just who's to blame?

Let it follow from sea to shining sea,
this great nation that is home to you and me.
No more petty old disputes, just a garden bearing fruit.
If the golden door is here we hold the key