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black bombs bursting…
dirt has its dust
and light its rays…
truth may gain rust
but will always be raised,
only once we pass this way—thus
let us leave footprints
that the children will not stray,
oh, we must still work for the day
for which we were sent…
following those footed prints
the ancestors left for us…
that when we’re here no more
the children must be at the door
not need to ever have to knock
but breaking all walls to the floor:
the jubilee train is passing…
let us clock back on the dock…
keeping bombs of liberty blasting…
yes, we must and will forgive…
it’s of the amazing grace and will
but we’ll never forget the unjust kills
for memories and truth must always live…
