America

Across the ocean, beneath the bright sun,

Is America, where dreams are spun.

With cities so lively and talent so good

Each city a dream, I would go if I could

From mountains so tall to the shores by the sea,

A land full of hope, where we all can be free.

In New York, with its lights shining bright,

And quiet little towns, where stars fill the night.

Though oceans divide us, our hearts feel the same,

With laughter and kindness, we all share the flame.

So here’s to America, with joy shared anew,

Together in spirit, Even though I can’t visit you