The Fight for Civil Rights

Every night I would stare up at the stars and beg God for my freedom And each and every day I awoke a slave The fair-skinned thought that their kin were God and the Angels And that the dark-skinned were the devil; their souls not worthy to save Each and every day I waited for divine intervention And as nothing ever, came my soul grew cold I no longer lived in fear of being whipped I was tired of wasting away, dusk til dawn, doing what I was told I realized that I was a person too Not just property I knew that I had rights That it was time to raise the resistance And fight Because we owe it to ourselves To future generations To stop the cycle To co-exist as one