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.