This is the time to finish what you started.
This is no time to dream.
This is the room. We can turn off the dark tonight.
Maybe then we might see.
This is my American Prayer
American Prayer.
This is the land.
The land that keeps your feet from getting wet.
And this is the sky over our head.
Remember that what you see depends on where you stand.
And how you jump will tell you where you're gonna land.
This is my American Prayer.
American Prayer.

Chorus:
My oh my, let's not get tired.
Let's not kick at the darkness.
Let's make the light brighter.
These are the hands
What are we going to build with them?
This is a church you can't see.
Give me your tired and poor and huddled masses.
You know they're yearning to breathe free.