God Bless America

(album: Tales Of America - 2019)

Will you let me in, or are you at capacity
Will you set me free, are you holding onto history
Will you be sincere, are you averse to honesty
Will you dare to hear those children marching on the street

Oh God bless America, the heartache of mine
Oh God bless America, the heartache of mine

Will you let me bring, Isabela here from Nairobi
On the phone she was ill, and so was the economy
In fifty years, when I'm frail, barely on my feet
Will you be kind oh dear, like you promised at the embassy

Oh God bless America, the heartache of mine
Oh God bless America, the heartache of mine

When the time it is sweet, it won't matter who your God is
Or the tone of your skin, or who you choose to share your love with