Let me start by saying thank you. Thank you to all those lost souls from the wars they fought. Thank you for putting everything on the line to make a future work for us. To make a future bigger than yourself. It’s not just propaganda, but there is too the glory, burning bright in a trench or foxhole to light a way for your brethren.

It’s not a glory you felt, I am sure, but a dirty deed you would fling yourself upon. Thank you. Every day I live is in thanks to you fathers, sons, brothers, sisters, daughters, and mothers. Thank you for your blessing.

I am of a generation jaded by its own few blazing stars. Media accessibility has become overgrown and cumbersome, saturating and steeping us in a life we see no need for. I ask why. Why is it we have no love for our country? Why do we insist on tearing down what was once a proud establishment rather than bolstering what it has? And I do not ask this out of preach, but out of necessity. For I too, am lost.

Please, listen to this one. I call it…

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The World in Our Head

The spotlight’s been thinning
Or that’s how it seems
The fat lady’s singing
Took with it the dreams
For with human progress
Takes with it the light
I’m out in the darkness
To count stars tonight

Rain gives us visions
Of that which we knew
The hopscotching freedom
The red, white, and blue
Whistles and singing
Parade avenue
These visions, while fleeting
Their freedom shines through

Why is it harder to see through the arbor
Notice the forest for trees
Atlantic, Pacific, and somewhere we missed it
But if we’re together, we’ll see

Maybe we’ll make it
Our children are strong
The faith in our future
Is more than a song
Don’t need to find it
We’ll make it instead
To build us a world where it’s
Not in our head

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We came here late, and I’m glad to have spent this time with you. I hope you have a lovely day. It’s always warm when I get to see you.