In the land where freedom's song was born, I've watched our values tattered, torn. From endless wars on foreign sands, To justice slipping through our hands
I am ashamed to call myself an American, When truth and honor fade away. Our dreams now dimmed by shadows cast, I question how long this can last
Leaders who once inspired trust, Now chase their fortunes, power-lust. The streets where unity should roam, Are filled with anger, far from home
I am ashamed to call myself an American, When kindness yields to fear and hate. The promise of our fathers' land, Is slipping slowly through our hands
Yet in this heart, a flicker gleams, Of what America could mean. If we reclaim our moral ground, A better future might be found
I am ashamed to call myself an American, But hope still whispers in the night. That we can heal, and mend, and learn, To let the torch of justice burn
So I'll stand up, and raise my voice, To fight for change, to make a choice. For though I'm ashamed of where we've been, I believe we can begin again.
