Under the sound of the eruptions
We walk this road to self-destruction
Lost on a path looking for a place out of the storm
Searching for a place that feels warm
March on the beating sounds of Liberty
Even though your feet are tired
Run, and escape this feeling of misery
March on
Every woman, child, and man
We'll figure this life out as one
As we walk this road under the boiling sun
And through the hatred they call teaching
Across the river of lies they call preaching
We'll gather the strength to rebuild a nation
One that was built with a mask of equality
But a face of discrimination
As we march people will join us
We'll stand up to the focus of power
And as we grow hour by hour
Our calls will be hard to ignore
Once they crack
We'll demand more
"And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow,
I still have a dream.
It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream."
I have a dream that one day humanity will prove me wrong
We'll find the time to work together
Putting black, white, gay, straight aside and get along
So we can built from a mistake called ignorance
And finally learn how to accept difference.
I have a dream that one day the free world
Will experience a feeling so liberating
All the surrounding darkest would start fading
And it would make all the struggles worthy,
And all the bruises just
A feeling that one day would set free prisoners
That have been caged for life times
Prisoners of color
Prisoners of sexuality
Prisoners of words unsaid
Would all spill on the streets and say
"Free at last, Free at last
Thank God almighty
We are free at last
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