freedom riders
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We as a people are capable of so much
We must use each other as a clutch
We as a people must rise to the majestic heights
So we can fight this battle like a medieval knight
I watch the depot shrink as we begin
The sweat now starts to form behind my knees.
The vinyl seats make patterns on my skin.
I look outside and see the moving trees.
We're doing the Lord's word indie this bus
After the storm comes the rainbow,
Vivacious colors splitting the grey.
After the clouds shines the sun,
Shining light through the tears of the sky.
Storms are alive, in you, in me, in the world.
My splattered blood dries
over the newly cemented pavement
where my head collided,
after my back got soaked and bruised
from the fire hydrant
cause I'm fighting the tyrant
of segregation. You can crush
Everyone should take the bus to get to where they work
Everyone should go to school without fear of being hurt
Everyone should have a voice and know its precious worth
These things flash through my mind
