The hill we climb If only we dare It's because being American is more than a pride we inherit, it's the past we step into and how we repair it
Hope is like a bird that senses the dawn and carefully starts to sing while it is still dark
For there is always light, if only we're brave enough to see it If only we're brave enough to be it.
The new dawn blooms as we free it For there is always light, if only we're brave enough to see it If only we're brave enough to be it.
We will not march back to what was but move to what shall be, a country that is bruised but whole, benevolent but bold, fierce and free.
We will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation, because we know our inaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation.
Our blunders become their burdens. But one thing is certain, If we merge mercy with might, and might with right, then love becomes our legacy, and change our children's birthright.
So let us leave behind a country better than the one we were left with. Every breath from my bronze-pounded chest, we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one.
We will rise from the gold-limbed hills of the west. We will rise from the windswept northeast, where our forefathers first realized revolution.
We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the midwestern states. We will rise from the sunbaked south. We will rebuild, reconcile and recover.
And every known nook of our nation and every corner called our country, our people diverse and beautiful will emerge, battered and beautiful.
When day comes we step out of the shade, aflame and unafraid, the new dawn blooms as we free it. For there is always light, if only we're brave enough to see it. If only we're brave enough to be it.