She cries beneath a broken crown
For her city streets are breaking down
People screamin' people screamin' people screamin' out
Out of fear, of being forgotten
So lay these weapons down
And gather children round
For upon these sacred grounds
A wound has reopened
Her cresset lights the white blue sky
Freedoms flame, she holds July
People wonder, people wonder, people wonder why
She's closed her gates on those a seekin'
Freedoms arms now outta reachin'
She still stands tall, but now she's weepin'
And her flame has begun to fade
So lay these weapons down
And gather children round
For upon these sacred grounds
A wound has reopened
And those unhealed
Have spoken…
For America!
For America!
The Broken.