Christopher

Wake me up, when the days of suffering and pain are over. Wake me up, when I can walk amongst others with out recieving a cold shoulder. Being different, with my face, color, and shape. Being different, I'm shunned because I do not meet their stanards, style or race. The time came, where people like me took a stand. The time came, where I can walk the streets and not be looked at different but one in the same. Two words, became a movement led by God placed people who rose up from the dust and dirt of the night. Two words, Civil Rights.