When one is young,
Once has no judgment upon the differences in people.
For this great country to become what it is,
We set a goal to become better and as one.
Taking a look at who you should be like,
We find that you should be like of a child.
A shell of innocence,
Yet filled with justice and understanding.
Knowing what we want,
We tend to just take.
The true beauty is earning it,
We work our tail off until we succeed.
When we take a pledge to step ahead,
We are taking a pledge to move above our selves.
The revolting whirlwinds will continue to shake our dreams,
Until the day our justice has over reigned.
Once hundred years in the past,
The Negro was an exile in his own land.
One hundred years in the future,
Our goals are not to be free unless we choose to do so.
When a great man once said, "Let Freedom Ring"
He said with pride, "We Will Achieve"
For America to become this great country,
We had to let the bell of justice finally ring, "Free at Last"
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