Where else can you find a land where hope
Still beckons the would-be free;
Where faith has its own divided scope,
Each part as it wants to be;
Where justice pursues the trail of truth
And tries to be fully fair;
I ask the mature and ask the youth,
“Just where in the world? Just where?”
Where else can you point to better rule
Than man for himself has made —-
Where minds may produce a thought or tool
So openly unafraid:
Where people for people stand concerned;
Where hearts are still things to give;
Where else are life’s prizes sweeter earned?
Where else would you like to live?