At Dawn We Ride


United States
34° 9' 9.81" N, 118° 12' 42.2136" W

I watch the depot shrink as we begin
The sweat now starts to form behind my knees.
The vinyl seats make patterns on my skin.
I look outside and see the moving trees.
We're doing the Lord's word indie this bus
Our cause is one which should not be denied.
In truth, what really severs them from us?
We know that they are hate personified.
With dripping sweat and fear behind their eyes
The Freedom Riders sit, their purpose clear.
They drived towards all those who terrorize
Who kill and maim because they're full of fear.
There will be blood and bruises all around
But maybe one day freedom will be found.

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