March for Our Freedom
Fun is not my enemy
It's verbal hatred that scares me
Lurking and Lying
Seeking to break a bone or two
It's personal hatred that has followed us all
We can never walk too fast
Too slow
Just Around the corner
Up there, just ahead
If we can get there first
Then hatred will be dead
Run quicker, faster
Always speeding up
Did we make it?
Somebody else is standing in the safe house
Who are they?
Who are they?
Friends and allies
The enemies outside
Step on a crack
Ready to attack
Watch your back
My fellow men
Screamin' out
Breaking this cage for freedom
A flower dies
A mother cries
We are still fighting
This enemy
This is a plea
So FIGHT WITH ME!
Against verbal bullying
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