She stares at me
with stars in her eyes
and broad stripes arise
expressing her red glare
that my body, my inclusion
remains rare
from sea to sea,
no worth, no care.
the ongoing perilous fight
500 years later
still here
barely our country
but the flag, through the night
still there
She still stares at me
How can I be brave?
When I am not completely free
with stars in her eyes
and broad stripes arise
expressing her red glare
that my body, my inclusion
remains rare
from sea to sea,
no worth, no care.
the ongoing perilous fight
500 years later
still here
barely our country
but the flag, through the night
still there
She still stares at me
How can I be brave?
When I am not completely free