You have your way I have the American ways
When there seems to be no ways
American ways come fourth to rescue you O child
Every breath, sweat, tears, smile and dreams
Every soul worn out of other ways found American ways
Look America is the name of freedom
Look America is the road to freedom
What is America? Ask not O child
A land for all and no one at the same time
Americans have their ways so shocking
They are new people unlike the old people in old world
New ideas took birth on the American soil
World imitates the American ways
From jazz to rap and to hip hop to theater
From school to universities to libraries
Autodidacts exist on every road following the American ways
Homeless more clever than those in homes
American ways are ways of innovators
American ways are ways of dreamers
American ways are ways of progress
Americans despair not but grab a beer
Have you ever seen an American?
I dare say they don’t exist
They don’t even know they are Americans
Until the world labels them as Americans
Such are the American ways O child
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