For My Country

a dead end in your home

When the anthem plays
I have to stop the harmony at the door
and ask myself if I should let it in
I have some pride and I get some chills
But people roll their eyes when I recite the oath
They point and question when I wear its glory

So, harmony, you look tired and worn
you are never allowed rest
Sleep at the door, this closed door
I’m not sure I should let you in