Old age is wisdom <br />And the old songs we learned to sing <br />The steps in the mountains we carved with our own hands <br />The dreams <br /> <br />Where wars are fought and lost and won <br />And those that died <br />Where somewhere on a silent night <br />Someone cried <br /> <br />America <br />You have lived two hundred years <br />And suffered too each time we fell <br />Dried the tears <br /> <br />If old age is wisdom <br />From the old songs we learned to sing <br />Is freedom is just another word <br />For to dream <br /> <br />Blowing in the wind <br />Against the bluest skies <br />Flying free in the breeze <br />A flag it flies <br /> <br />Where steps in a mountain <br />Are carved by our own hands <br />Let no one take us under <br />Where freedom stands <br /> <br />If old age is wisdom <br />From the old songs we learned to sing <br />The steps in the mountains we carved with our own hands <br />The dreams <br /> <br />America <br />May you continue to build our dreams <br />And may we continue to learn <br />The old songs you sing. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright 2006 Bill Simmons <br />AKA BillWilliamStar <br />BillWilliamStar@aol.com<br /><br />Bill Simmons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/america-27/
