Marshall Islands

Clapping loudly, having fun,
Beating true to core, the sun,
Taking time to be at peace,
Looking for a place to feast

Upon the riches of this life,
To take to running from the strife,
And standing bold at lion’s den,
To thus protect our brothers then.

What mighty purpose do you own,
Such bold displays of love are known,
How can such a nation span
Of ancient times upon this land?

Confident you can run so wild,
And give of gifts to earthly child,
Know we hearken for the cry,
To live and breathe, and never die.