Special Man
Tears were shed
Spirits were broken
Blood was spilled
and strong words were spoken
Many died, and many cried
but one man never gave up his pride
His vision was strong and his dream was clear
He never gave up he persevered
Even through all the pain and strife
he continued to fight for what was right
MLK was a special man
he died believing in his plan
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