The Hill We Climb When day comes we ask ourselves, Where can we find light in this never-ending shade? The loss we carry, a sea we must wade We braved the belly of the beast We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace And the norms and notions of what just is Isn’t always just-ice. And yet the dawn is ours before we knew it Somehow we do it Somehow we weathered and witnessed a nation that isn’t broken but simply unfinished We the successors of a country and a time Where a skinny black girl Descended from slaves and raised by a single mother Can dream of becoming president Only to find herself reciting for one. And yes we are far from polished far from pristine But that doesn’t mean that we are striving to form a union that is perfect. We are striving to forge our union with purpose To compose a country committed to all cultures, colours, characters and conditions of man. And so we lift our gaze not to what stands between us but what stands before us We cl...
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