Cold World
bruised,abused,forgotten
that's how I feel
my ghostly phantom surrounds me
lord please repeal
a world with two colors
black and white
one superior one inferior
what a gruesome sight
thirteenth
my chains departed
soul still lost
the divide imparted
lord please repeal
fourteenth
little rock nine
government unperturbed
the visible parting line
a pain still endured
bruised, abused, forgotten
that's how I feel
a cold world surrounds me
lord please repeal
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