Almost America

 

Perhaps its right up there,

Just around that bend.

Soon, somewhere up there,

My long trek will end

In America, land of liberty.

 

They say its closer today.

Maybe, just beyond that hill.

I know I'm on my way,

And I won't stop until

Its America, land of liberty.

 

I will face all the fears,

The blood, the sweat, the tears.

And God knows that I'm weary,

For I've walked two hundred years

T'ward America, land of liberty.

 

It is still all up hill.

But I know I will get there.

I just won't be stopped until

I am the natural heir

Of America, land of liberty.