America Mourns (A Lament for Our People)
Beneath the vast skies, where freedom was born,
Echoes a sorrow, weary and worn.
Fields once fertile, now shadowed with grief,
Hearts heavy with memories, fragile and brief.
The rivers that carved our hopes so wide,
Now carry whispers of tears we’ve cried.
Mountains stand silent, witnesses to pain,
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America Mourns (A Lament for Our People)
Beneath the vast skies, where freedom was born,
Echoes a sorrow, weary and worn.
Fields once fertile, now shadowed with grief,
Hearts heavy with memories, fragile and brief.
The rivers that carved our hopes so wide,
Now carry whispers of tears we’ve cried.
Mountains stand silent, witnesses to pain,
......