Mr. President Doctor Biden Madam Vice
President, Mr Imhof Americans and the world.
One day comes we ask ourselves where can
we find light in this never ending shade?
The loss weak area see, we must Wade.
We've braved the belly of the beast
we've learned that quiet isn't always
peace in the norms and notions of
what just is isn't always just this.
And yet the dawn is hours before we knew it.
Somehow we do it somehow.
We've weathered and witnessed
a nation that isn't broken,
but simply unfinished.
We, the successors of a country
and a time or a skinny black girl,
descended from slaves and raised
by a single mother,
can dream of becoming president
only to find herself reciting.
For one and yes, we are far from polished,
far from pristine,
but that doesn't mean we are striving
to form a union that is perfect.
We are striving to forge or union
with purpose to compose a country
committed to all cultures, colors,
characters and conditions of man.
And so we lift our gaze,
not to what stands between us.
But what stands before us.
We close the divide because we
know to put our future first,
we must first put our differences aside.
We lay down our arms so we can
reach out our arms to one another.
We seek harm to none and harmony for all.
Let the globe if nothing else
say this is true.
That even as we grieved,
we grew that even as we hurt,
we hoped that even as we tired, we tried.
That will forever be tide
together victorious,
not because we will never again know defeat,
but because we will never again.
So division Scripture tells us to
envision that everyone is so sit
under the own Vine and fig tree,
and no one shall make them afraid.
If we're to live.
Up to our own time,
then victory won't lie in the blade,
but in all the bridges we've made.
That is the promise to Glade
the Hill we climb.
If only we dare it because being
American is more than a pride,
we inherit.
It's the past we step into
and how we repair it.
We've seen a forest that would shatter
or nation rather than share it,
would destroy our country if
it meant delaying democracy.
And this effort very nearly succeeded.
But awhile democracy can
be periodically delayed.
It can never be permanently
defeated in this truth.
In this faith we trust for while
we have our eyes on the future,
history has its eyes on us.
This is the era of just redemption.
We fear that at its inception we
did not feel prepared to be the
errors of such a terrifying hour,
but with.
In it,
we found the power to author
a new chapter to offer hope
and laughter two or self.
So while once we asked how could we
possibly prevail over catastrophe,
now we assert how could catastrophe
possibly prevail over us?
We will not March back to what was
but moved to what shall be a country
that is bruised but whole benevolence.
But bold, fierce, and free will not be
turned around or interrupted by intimidation,
because we know our inaction and inertia will
be the inheritance of the next generation.
Our blenders become their burdens,
but one thing is certain.
If we merge mercy with mites
into mites with rights,
then love becomes our legacy in
change our children's birthright.
So let us leave behind a country
better than one.
We were left with every breath
in my bronze pounded chest.
We will raise this Woon did
world into a wondrous one we will
rise from the gold
limit Hills of the West we will
rise from the windswept Northeast
where our forefathers first
realized revolution we will.
Buys from the Lake event cities
of the Midwestern states will
advise from the Sunbaked South.
We will rebuild, reconcile and recover,
and every known Nook of our nation
in every corner called our country.
Our people diverse and beautiful
will emerge battered and beautiful.
When they comes, we step out of
the shade of flame and unafraid the new
dawn balloons as we free it, for there was
always lights. If only were
brave enough. To see it, if
only we're brave enough to be it.