The Psychology of Being an American

On the fourth of July, I was watching the fireworks light up the night, and I was thinking about what it really means to be an American. I started a new song that night, and I finally got it recorded last week in Spiral Studios. You can listen to the song here. Please let me know if you have any thoughts, criticisms, changes, improvements. Even if I disagree with you, I'm bound to learn something from a different perspective.

America

Let freedom ring

That’s what the fireworks are saying in the dark

We never need a reason really

But occasion strikes a spark

America, that person doesn’t live here anymore

Is this who we’re fighting for?

Do we still believe in

What the fathers lit the torches for?

Do we care

That all our children grow up refuges of war?

America, your flags are burning bright on every shore

It’s not worth it anymore

We came

Huddled and stained

From the shadows

Of slavery and pain

We’ve got fire in our blood

I pray to God that there’s a heaven up above

The greatest loss

Is we’ve forgotten how to find out who we are

And as for what the future holds

Well, no one looks ahead that far

America, you’re shining with the luster of a dying star

We came

Huddled and stained

From the shadows

Of slavery and pain

We’ve got fire in our blood

I pray to God that there’s a heaven up above

You can’t throw money at this problem

A real solution must be learned

A global consciousness is not a natural state

It must be earned

Let freedom ring

That’s the excuse that we’ve been using all these years

And if we followed Jesus Christ

Then all our boys would be right here

In America we’ve woven you a tapestry of tears

We came

Huddled and stained

From the shadows

Of slavery and pain

We’ve got fire in our blood

I pray to God that there’s a heaven up above