"The Hill We Climb"

We will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one

 
We will rise from the gold-limned hills of the West

We will rise from the windswept Northeast where our forefathers first realized revolution 

We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the Midwestern states,
We will rise from the sunbaked South
 

We will rebuild, reconcile and recover
and every known nook of our nation and
every corner called our country, 

Our people diverse and beautiful will emerge,
battered and beautiful

 
When day comes we step out of the shade,
aflame and unafraid
The new dawn blooms as we free it
For there is always light, 

If only we’re brave enough to see it
If only we’re brave enough to be it.