We are Americans Normal used to be something we all knew well Normal used to be the thing holding us up Normal used to reach to the coldest cell Normal used to feel like a fuzzy new pup Now I hear cries See rain pattering on the lawn See dreary skies Where has normal gone? It’s gone into the clouds I see it above the rooftops A light above the gray shroud Now I ignore the rain drops We have turned the page Broken through to the light We won’t stand backstage We won’t give up our hope without a fight We are brave We are hopeful We are American
I know, I know, we're not all Americans on Scratch, but I'm American, and here is the US we're trying our best to get through this, and I decided to express that in a poem.
