I still believe in the dream.
This really is an original RAILSHOT creation, assisted by a.i. with the vocals. 
Hats off to We Sound Human for the loops, and Suno for the vocals.

The words....
Down by the river where the cottonwoods grow,
Red, white, and blue in the summer's warm glow.
It's the heart of the land where the flag stands proud,
Every neighbor, every friend, part of the crowd.
Old glory flies high on the courthouse square,
Veterans gather with stories to share.
From fields of wheat to the mountains grand,
United we stand, every woman and man.
This is the home of the brave, where freedom rings,
In the heart of America, it's the song we sing.
From the rolling plains to the shining sea,
God bless this land, sweet liberty.
When the church bell rings on a Sunday morn',
In the light of dawn, a new day is born.
We bow our heads and we say our prayers,
For the blessings we hold and the lives we care.
Through trials and the trials we’ve overcome,
In our hearts, we know we are one.
With each sunrise, a new hope starts,
In this land of dreams, in our open hearts.
Generations of families on this sacred ground,
Working the soil, where love is found.
With hands of steel and hearts of gold,
Our American spirit, forever bold.
Down by the river where the cottonwoods grow,
Red, white, and blue in the summer's warm glow.
It's the heart of the land where the flag stands proud,
Every neighbor, every friend, part of the crowd.
Old glory flies high on the courthouse square,
Veterans gather with stories to share.
From fields of wheat to the mountains grand,
United we stand, every woman and man.
This is the home of the brave, where freedom rings,
In the heart of America, it's the song we sing.
From the rolling plains to the shining sea,
God bless this land, sweet liberty.
When the church bell rings on a Sunday morn',
In the light of dawn, a new day is born.
We bow our heads and we say our prayers,
For the blessings we hold and the lives we care.
Through trials and the trials we’ve overcome,
In our hearts, we know we are one.
With each sunrise, a new hope starts,
In this land of dreams, in our open hearts.
Generations of families on this sacred ground,
Working the soil, where love is found.
With hands of steel and hearts of gold,
Our American spirit, forever bold.

Land Of The Brave

Love Will Call

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