WHAT IS AMERICA TO YOU ?
"The House I Live In"
What is America to me?
A name, a map, or a flag I see?
A certain word, "democracy"?
What is America to me?
The house I live in, a plot of earth, a street
The grocer and the butcher, and the people that I meet
The children in the playground, the faces that I see
All races and religions, that's America to me
The place I work in, the worker by my side
The little town or city where my people lived and died
The "howdy" and the handshake, the air of feeling free
And the right to speak my mind out, that's America to me
The things I see about me, the big things and the small
The little corner newsstand and the house a mile tall
The wedding in the churchyard, the laughter and the tears
The dream that's been a-growin' for a hundred and fifty years
The town I live in, the street, the house, the room
The pavement of the city, or a garden all in bloom
The church, the school, the clubhouse, the millions lights I see
But especially the people
That's America to me
THE HOUSE I LIVE IN
Written by: LEWIS ALLAN, EARL ROBINSON
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America is individualism working to a common purpose of creating a better society for all.
America is fighting for the underdog and those left behind.
America is enjoying the natural wonders of this country.
America is justice with compassion.
I mean sure, it should be those things. But in a year when you would think it would be easy and obvious, does it seem like we have had a common purpose for the last year? And I haven’t seen any leaders or commentators endorsing compassion in our justice system.
To me America is a work in progress.
A place where I have the privilege to live
America: I keep all my stuff there.
America has maybe the best set of ideals in the history of the world. But maybe not always the best people. Turning our ideals into reality is a lot harder than it should be.