Reflection of light in darkness
Reveals the capital of a nation
Still standing.
Wounded but not broken,
Marked with blood-stained tears
Cracked and scarred from years of strife.
Succeeding 247 prances around the Sun,
Bruised and flawed from tough battles won;
Yet, we endure—we march on:
The everlasting land of the free,
Home of the brave.
Shaped and strengthened by remnants
Of our past.
