For My Country

When the anthem plays
I have to stop the harmony at the door
and ask myself if I should let it in
I have some pride and I get some chills
But people roll their eyes when I recite the oath
They point and question when I wear its glory

So, harmony, you look tired and worn
you are never allowed rest
Sleep at the door, this closed door
I’m not sure I should let you in.

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