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This ain’t comin from no prophet Just an ordinary man When I close my eyes I see The way this world shall be When we all walk hand in hand
When the last child cries for a crust of bread When the last man dies for just words that he said When there’s shelter over the poorest head We shall be free
When the last thing we notice is the color of skin And the first thing we look for is the beauty within When the skies and the oceans are clean again Then we shall be free
We shall be free We shall be free Stand straight, walk proud ’cause we shall be free
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We Shall Be Free, by, Garth Brooks
I was listening to some older songs today, and was struck by how poignant this was.
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