Our Nation, Our History, Our Stories

We realize
that with our mouths sealed
eyes shut and no belief
we wouldn’t stand a chance
so we grew braver
whisper comfort to the frightened
hold the hands of those who are fallen
We are shaped by many stories
colored by pain and grief
but the universe sing to us
when we rise

This is a story of a young dreamer
a lost seeker
a curious believer
a mourning father
a lonely sister

from a dream
into a word
from the bottom of the pit
to the dome that shields a better world

the doctors
soldiers who weep
the builders
preachers who pray in tears
the writers
teachers who never sleep
the leaders
children who laugh lightly

With our weary feet
we create history
From the land of poverty
to the nation of prosperity


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