Will you let me in, or are you at capacity
Will you set me free, are you holding onto history
Will you be sincere, are you averse to honesty
Will you dare to hear those children matching on the street
Oh God bless America, the heartache of mine
Oh God bless America, the heartache of mine
Will you let me bring, isabela here from Nairobi
On the phone she was ill, and so was the economy
In fifty years, when I’m frail barely on my feet
Will you be kind oh dear, like you promised at the embassy
Oh God bless America, the heartache of mine
Oh God bless America, the heartache of mine
When the time it is sweet, it won’t matter who your god is
Or the tone of your skin, or who you choose to share your love with
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