AMERICA ~ MY HOME ~ MY LAND ~ MY COUNTRY

O Lord my aching heart cries out to Thee
why must I be so far from my home
my land ~ my country

The distance from my home is not so great
as the terrible sickness and fate
that tore me from my home ~ my land
and all the things I knew and loved

America I listen to your songs and cry
oh why these things must be
that do not allow me to be free
where my heart and soul choose to be

America I hear your songs and cry
O Lord why


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