To you I owe the pride that lasted eight short years,

To you I owe an awed memorization as you graced the  stage,

To you I owe my thoughts, my love of dreaming,

To you I owe the tears that brushed my face that glorious November night,

To you I owe every little fixing sewn into the seams of our country, patches,

To you I owe an ever brightening inspiration that will never cease,

To you I owe the rejuvenation of hope; of the false ideas, that, were perhaps true for a while, because of you

To you I owe my home, where people owe you everything yet you demand nothing

To you we give thanks, because, we were better,  for as long as we possibly could be