America

"A little piece of you / The little piece in me / will die / for this is not America..."

America, you walked so fast no one seemed to ever be catching up with you... but your feet are made of mud now and your heart is hollow. Where did your emotions go on this lonely world? Do you still believe in all those things you fighted for? Are the foundations of such a country degrading in the uncontrolled blend of races & desires? Are you not willing to help us out of this decline?