The first thing I look for
When my plane touches down
Is a spot where I can walk to
Of grass growing on naked ground.
When I find a restful spot
Of America’s fertile lands
I drop to my knees in gratitude
And spread wide my thankful hands.
I bow in humble reverence
To God who granted me 
To be born in such a nation
With freedom and opportunity.
For I have been in other lands
On a far-off, distance shore
Where governments starve their own
As a brutal act of war.
I’ve met the starving people
I know them now, by name
And because I heard their stories
I’ll never be the same.
America’s not perfect
And has never claimed to be
But travel with me to far off lands
And I think you will agree
There is no nation, under God
That sits upon this earth
Where such opportunities and freedoms
Are given to us at birth.
Compared to other nations
What makes America so great
Is that it’s a land of opportunity
Where we are get to chose our fate.
We are each given the freedom
To chose the paths we take
For happiness, life and liberty
And the kind of life we make.
It’s the opportunity to improve our lives
That separates us from the rest
We are given the power to choose
A path that we deem best.
The power to choose is granted me
To seize every opportunity 
To make a world a better place
Not just for now, but those who follow me.
I’ll leave you now as I go in search 
Of grass growing on naked ground.
I’ll bow my knees and spread my hands
And lay a prayerful kiss down
For there is no place like America
No place I’d rather stay
Than in this land I love so dear
God bless the U.S.A.