My country, ‘tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Will we still sing of thee in 2121? Will our song of freedom ring?
My country, ‘tis no guarantee, fertile land of possibility, for thee I fear.
Will we still sing free in 2121? Will our song of hope persevere?
My country, ‘tis for thee, precious land of empathy, for thee I pray.
Will we still stand proud in 2121? Will our song of justice decay?
My country, ‘tis for thee, treasured land in history, for thee I tremble.
Will we feel your beating heart in 2121? Will our song of democracy crumble, dissemble?
My country, ‘tis in thee, bountiful land of mystery, in thee I trust.
Will we have a vote in 2121? Will our ballots like our bodies return to dust?
My country, ‘tis of thee, of thee I sing.