Now that her flag has been tattered and torn
And she feels old, tired, battered and worn

The tears stream down her beautiful face
As she's contemplating the human race

Many come to her shores, looking for life
That isn't filled with such sorrow and strife

All have a chance, an opportunity
Because they came to the Land of the Free

But some in this world don't see it this way
They'd like to hurt us, make Americans pay

That was proven one December morning
Pearl Harbor attacked with little warning

September 11, 2001
Innocence of life forever undone

But still she stands tall and she's filled with pride
Even though she's wounded, bleeding inside

Still, she keeps silent, even though it pains,
She's heard it before, that tired old refrain

America: She's the Land that I love
God, please bless her now, from Heaven above