Thick American Skin

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 'round here no more."

And we are falling into a freedom trail

Deep as any goldmine as yet unshown

And we are falling into a freedom fear

Afraid of losing all the many things that we hold dear

And the colors of this country

The colors of a bruise

With fifty stars to signify that we weren't born to lose

And the fight that we are fighting I fear will help no future day

And only hinder lady liberty wandering on her way

The fight that we are fighting I know will help no future day

And only hinder all of us as we wander on our way

May we please not hinder lady liberty wandering on her way.