The colors of my country The colors of a bruise With fifty stars to signify that no one's born to lose And the gifts that we are given come bestowed by tired hands Tied to no known race, religion, nor native of this land And I am falling into a freedom trail High as any mountain range as yet unknown And I am falling into a freedom cheer Celebrating all the many things that I hold dear I celebrate this freedom And I celebrate my home And I celebrate this fenced in land that we are standing on Meanwhile the fate of all the world is knocking at the door And we say, "This is private property, don't come