I’ve got the JOY down in my heart,
Long absent.
Deep and Real and Ready.
It’s the JOY from which springs hope and possibility.
Where dreams become reality.
The JOY that shouts “Yes, We Can!”
From deep within the belly
From the highest mountaintop.
The JOY that dares to dream of opportunity for all
And guarantees a future
Brighter, cleaner, clearer than today.
It is the JOY that nurtures young souls,
Soothes the old
And offers the middle-aged something to work for.
It is the JOY of American dreams and expectations.
Of all that we
Can be
Should be
Hope to be.
It is the JOY of better days.
The JOY of America.
Our America.
My America.
America.
JOY.
