Ondara - God Bless America

Will you let me in?
Or are you at capacity?
Will you set me free?
Are you holding onto history?
Will you be sincere?
Are you averse to honesty?
Will you dare to hear
Those children matching on the street?

Oh God bless America
The heartache of mine
Oh God bless America
The heartache of mine

Will you let me bring
Isabela here from Nairobi?
On the phone she was ill
And so was the economy
In fifty years
When I'm frail, barely on my feet
Will you be kind oh dear
Like you promised at the embassy?

Oh God bless America
The heartache of mine
Oh God bless America
The heartache of mine

When the time it is sweet
It won't matter who your God is
Or the tone of your skin
Or who you choose to share your love with

Oh God bless America
The heartache of mine
Oh God bless America
The heartache of mine

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Ondara

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