FYR FYTR - Story of our Nation

I was a brilliant son of man
I knew that I was worth it and I didn't have to do it alone
I surfed the warm waves through the sand
Looking for my promised land or a place to call my home
I combed the highways in the dark
Through the spiders and the sharks
Unaware of my destination
Held on to circus fed beliefs on par with
Common cold reliefs
Well aware of my frustrations
Yeah

This is the story of our Nation
This is the cry of my generation
This is the glory of Creation
This is the hope of regeneration
Yeah

A country built on sinking sand
In desperate need of foundation
Will never weather the storm, no way
The price of life cannot be sold
In dollar bills or coins of gold
God please wake the USA
God please wake the USA
God please wake the USA

This is the story of our Nation
This is the cry of my generation
This is the glory of Creation
This is the hope of regeneration, yeah
This is the story of our Nation
This is the cry of my generation
This is the glory of Creation
This is the hope of regeneration
Yeah

Written by:
Christopher Miller

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