How much longer will uncourteous grow? Like a handful of flowers in a pasture of weeds, swarming like a melee of wild bees.

Jumping from boat to boat looking for a lifesaver of hope to carry me away, away from the bondage plaguing the waters of yesteryears.

Take me to a place free from smoke, I won't let my will be burned & I won't choke from standing alone.

I will rise like the sun and cast a huge shadow like the moon, my name will be heard soon when children from all walks of life sing this lovely tune.


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