To the father working endless hours just to make ends meet.
To the mother who provided the shoes there on your feet.
To the hours spent away from home to ensure this country's growth.
To the ones who wake up every day and stick to every oath.
This first Monday in September is the least that we could do.
To show you we appreciate all that you go through.
Every road you travel, and all that's in between.
It all came about because someone had a dream.
Everything you see that makes this country great.
It didn't come from people who sit around and wait.
It came from the willing and able who knew what it could be.
America the beautiful, the land of the free.
