They march
They march and march, but not without a reason.
With no guns or knives, but they're still accused of treason.
Signs in their hands, begging for a change.
Visions in their heads of better days.
They march and march, but not without a reason
Tired of discrimination, they want an end to segregation.
They march and march, but not without a reason.
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