Yes, I Am Eric As well as I Am Erica I’m the soul of US both

 

I may not be the Promised Land But I’m the prosperous land Which has been offered to you all I’m the gift of Earth from the Heavens The ground where even passing angels Tend to linger a little longer

 

Regardless of your point of departure I will always be your ultimate Desti-Nation Opportunity is a port of unity, available to everyone With open arms, we embrace the needy and the weak With a clinched fist, we meet the oppressor

 

Although some may want to take the liberty to take our freedom We will fly the highest skies and navigate the seven seas To safeguard our humanity, as we know it was meant to be   The hand of Liberty will always be raised to light up the night Within the pages of her book, she engraves our names All she asks in return, is to be appreciated 

 

Little is said of the gift, which she is to so many And by those who come to see, too quickly is forgotten Beneath her gown we find shelter from the malice of others She is the symbol of all, and everything we strive to be Yet, in time we tend to forget the promise for which she stands

 

She is not just the mother in the land of the free Though made of stone, she embodies the humanity we all seek And protection she offers to whomever she can reach Surrounded is her body by the tears of those who came before us She will stand the test of time, as we should stand by her side And when we look in the hearts of others, if sincerity we see Ours we should open to mix in the goodness of the Heavens

 

We shall not condemn the heart, which openly prays For much worst, even to the innocent, it could be doing When we raise flags of religions and demand freedom to congregate Let’s keep in mind, in America, freedom should be the only religion When your heart is true, its virtue is only goodness   Let’s all keep America, America… whether you’re Eric or Erica