America

America - Brittini Black

What would bring a young man

To rise up from his birthplace

Pack his life into a suitcase

And set sail for distant shores

And what would cause a Grandma

After 80 years of living

To leave her little village not knowing

What may lay in store

What could fill the hopeless millions

With a newly-kindled faith

In a brighter future far across the waves

I can almost hear them say

America I hear you calling me

Sweet land of liberty I'm on my way

America beckoning with open arms

I long to feel the warmth

Of freedom's flame

God has given hope a name America

They spent the voyage crowded

At the bottom of a steamer

Fighting famine fear and fever

For six long weeks or more

Children cried from hunger

Oh and mothers wept for babies

Praying they would make it

To see the other shore

But the weariness and worry

Must've melted from their eyes

To behold that lady rising in the sky

Oh can't you hear them cry

America I hear you calling me

Sweet land of liberty I'm on my way

America beckoning with open arms

I long to feel the warmth

Of freedom's flame

God has given hope a name America

So I will not take for granted

This life I'm blessed to lead

Or the ones who sacrificed so much

To hand it down to me

'Cause not so long ago

This land I call home was just a dream

Of huddled masses yearning to breathe free

Ooh

America may God keep you in his hand

Keep you strong and help you stand

This I pray

America hold high your splendid torch

Let the whole world feel the warmth

Of freedom's flame

God has given hope a name America