• 4TH OF JULY
    Light the sky with your bright lights.
    Bend the air with your musky smoke.
    Burst into flames and end up sparkling.
    How could something so loud end up being so beautiful?
    Flash of light burns my eyes, but I can't look away.
    It's the 4th of July.
    Idependance has grown.
    As rockets were blown.
    crashing,
    keeping the croud growing.
    Knowing our county today,
    that God has blessed us.
    For our flag was still there.