A March to Montgomery
I didn’t want to come
I care about the cause but
I’m scared
Everywhere I look
I see people
Congregated on this march
For this cause
Hands held high
Voices booming
In peaceful protest
I never thought this would be me
And then we meet an opposing force
They will not allow these two seas to mix
And soon my new hope
Is laid to rest
I didn’t want to come
I care about the cause but
I didn’t want to get hurt.
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