Riders Through the Smoke
There was coughing all around
They could not hear any sound
The smoke seemed never ending
More and more they were sending
They could barely take a breath
They weren't afraid to face death
They wanted to show the world what their group could really do
They sent at first one bus, then two
They stood up for what they believed was right
They never gave up the Fight
They were the Freedom Riders
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