Through Dark Times
Through death,
Through darkness,
Take a breath
They’re harmless.
With God in your heart,
His light as your guide,
Enemies will be torn apart,
Their hands will be tied
For the crimes they committed,
With no proper incentive.
Freedom will be yours
Before death knocks on your door.
For your were born free
And will in your heart always be.
Race does not depict
The characteristics of another.
Be patient yet quick,
For the day will come that we all stand as brothers.
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