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In the dusk of dawn 
He said he had a dream She said she wasn't going to move He said I'm for truth no matter who tells it They had a vision years beyond their time One that wouldn't submit people of color to a life of hardship
We are perpetually, habitually tip-toeing through life always struggling and grappling with is this wrong or is this right? They all force us to whisper when our instinct is to cry, to cry out at Injustice
Why is strife so memorable? It seems our struggles are painted on our wings As we fly to the destination of our dreams We can remember the murky water Traveled in and the time that clarity evened
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