Rise America

Rise America land of ancient dreams!
Send forth your light in sacred laser beams.

In New York Harbor, a sacred lady stands
Who holds a torch to light up all the lands.
The sweat and tears of humble toiling men
Shall saturate that torch and then
Ignited by a fire divine
Shall make the light of freedom shine.

Rise America – land of ancient dreams!
Send forth your light in sacred laser beams.

The darkened skies have caused your flame to flicker
Politicians moan, clerics bicker,
But now, the fire has come to hasten your correction –
To burn the chaff, to smelt the ore, to give us new direction.
Let us hear no more of selfish cynics desponding
But rather dance with all our hearts to love’s great call responding.

Rise America – land of ancient dreams!
Send forth your light in sacred laser beams.

I see Hispanics, Blacks and Whites
Dancing in the northern lights
I see the gods of Asgaard holding hands
With holy men from hidden lands.
Oriental sages, men of science,
And Indian medicine men in a holy alliance
Standing up in strong defiance
Sharing their blood in a common reliance
Upon the holy primal Word
That Adam in the Garden heard.

Rise America – land of ancient dreams!
Send forth your light in sacred laser beams.

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