See the difficulties, too, and the obstacles.
But the word was there always:
Then the hand seeks other hands to help,
A long time ago, but not too long ago,
Then the mind starts seeking a way.
To a new world, America!
The eyes see there materials for building,
In little bands together,
Free men and indentured servants,
Not my dream alone, but our dream.
Some were indentured hands
The will there to build.
Freedoms Plow
On the great wooded world,
But a community dream.
Hand reaching out to hand,
When a man starts out with his hands
On the rivers of the world.
Bringing the Pilgrims and prayer-makers,
A community of hands to help-
The mind seeks a way to overcome these obstacles.
But your world and my world,
When a man starts out with nothing,
With billowing sails the galleons came
Adventurers and booty seekers,
Heart reaching out to heart,
Some were slave hands
The hand seeks tools to cut the wood,
Empty, but clean,
Hoping to find their freedom,
He starts first with himself
To till the soil, and harness the power of the waters.
Freedom.
They began to build our land.
Bringing men and dreams, women and dreams.
When a man starts to build a world,
First in the heart is the dream-
Thus the dream becomes not one man’s dream alone,
Ships came from across the sea
Seeking a greater freedom,
Some were free hands
Slave men and slave masters, all new-
Belonging to all the hands who build.
His eyes look out on the world,
Not my world alone,
Guarding in their hearts the seed of freedom,
On the rich soil of the world,
And the faith that is in his heart-
The strength there,
