Disclaimer: See chapter 1: Take Me Back. Also I do not own the saying from Lady Liberty (Statue of Liberty) or the song God Bless the USA, it belongs to Lee Greenwood.
Summary: In America's Heart we see a different side of our favorite Hero, he shows you some of the thoughts that lie deep in his heart, hidden from all other's.
Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free; The wretched refuse of your teeming shore, Send these, the homeless, Tempest-tossed to me I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
Take me back, back to the days of freedom, when the land was young and new. Take me home, home to the heartland, where the past lies forgotten by all save one. Take me away, away to a place high in the sky, where everything both the good and the bad no longer matter, even if only for a while.
Standing alone in the pouring rain, I dream of days long since passed. Wishing that things could have been done differently. Lifting my gaze to the sky I see an eagle flying free. Tearing my gaze away from the clear blue sky, I tell myself that dreaming and wishing will get me nowhere. Letting out a sigh I shake my head trying in vain to make the memories of the past disappear. Sadly, I know they never will, the scars on my body are proof enough.
Sitting in the quiet of my house with only the sound of a roaring fire, my mind can't help but wander to the days when I was young and my land was new. When the days were not blurred together in a haze of pain and fear. A time when Matthew and I would get dirty, then climb the trees and wait for Arthur to make us come down. When we were still a happy family and Arthur was the older brother I had always wanted and still wanted. Too bad I can't keep dreaming, because in reality those days are long gone.
Walking down a crowed street in my capital, I find myself wishing I was not so alone. Sometimes I wonder if I would be missed by anyone. Pushing that thought to the back my mind, my memory drifts to the days when I felt alone. Closing my eyes I try in vain to not cry, wishing I was any place but where I was. Its days like this I wish we could start over but our pride always seems to get in the way and only makes things worse.
Watching the world in silence, I remember the days of my youth, when I was strong and powerful and not full of myself. Days when the nations of the world loved me, or at least liked me and did not hate me like they do now. When I had people I could call friends and allies, unlike now were all I have are people who want me dead because I can't mind my own business. Letting out sigh I pick up the nearest piece of paper hoping it will keep me from thinking too much.
I'm proud to be an American where at least I know I'm free, And I won't forget the men who died who gave that right to me, And I gladly stand up next to you and defend her still today, 'Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land God Bless the U.S.A.
A/N: Please tell me what you think about this story. This story will be a 3 part book with each chapter being a different nations, some stories in this book will go with other stories in the other two books. Please R&R!
~Sleepless_in_New York