Is there a better tomorrow

Seems like a distant dream, a story torn at the seams

A land of promise, now unraveling at the beams

Once we had a vision, a home within our reach

Now we’re just surviving, each day’s a lesson in defeat

Groceries and taxes, a weight too hard to bear

Still we chase that dream, hoping someone’s really there

The politicians grab, their hands deep in our pockets

Promises are broken, the system’s lost its honest locks

Oh, America, we’re running on fumes and broken wheels

Dear God, help us heal, mend the wound that time reveals

We’re giving all we’ve got, but the future’s looking grim

America, can we rise again from within?

Uncle Sam’s in our pockets, searching for his cut

We’re holding on to hope, but it’s slipping through our hands

Each day is a new fight, for a piece of the pie

Fighting for the dream beneath the gray sky

Broken promises linger, the truth’s a bitter pill

Can we find a way back, find a hope that’s real?

Dear God, America’s broke, but maybe still can stand tall

In this land of dreams, can we heal and break the fall?