Everyone has a skin color
Everyone has a body size
Everyone has their quirks and flaws
That people might try to despise
But with everyone having
Quirks and flaws
It keeps us intertwined
Like an unbreakable bond
Knowing we are one
We must stand
Hand in hand
In harmony with one another
Brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers
We must accept that now is our time
For the hill that we must climb
Waits for no one
It just takes someone to dare to climb it
We are bonded together
And we blend forever
And and the symphony of this country never ends
It just keeps going and going
Writing itself into history
For the rich, poor, middle class
White, Black, Mexican Asian
Our life is all a mystery
Yet each life is intertwined into another’s story
History is yours to make it
You grab it and take it
You shape it and make it yours.