The night falls as if slain by the sun Stricken are we We let ourselves become what we are not Manipulated by a single breeze One side of the story begins to take over Glazing the minds of the innocent with hate For i think to myself what has america become? The free vast lands that hold our history beneath us as if in a prison The lands for which hold the lives of people who fought for our rights We let ourselves become lost in a flurry of emotions So easily changed so very unstable The once so famous lines "We The People..." lost, forgotten How does one's country become whole, when all that's left is an unknown identity Freedom of speech...Thoughts...beliefs... lost in a world of a single view How did we let our beautiful country fall? The country that took our aid when we fell down The country that gave us shelter when all hope was lost Now i say... we have lost our glory..