The March

Down the street the march is about to begin
as we follow Martin Luther King
we clap and we sing
but the police only come to hurt and sting
as we follow Martin Luther King

The pain that they bring
will only make us stronger
and as they try to break our bones
all of our groans and moans
will only make us stronger

All the lies that they conjure
cannot compel us to yield
all the threats that they make
and all the news that they fake
cannot compel us to yield

We are now in Washington, the great American field,
so we listen as Martin gives his speech
it is quiet and every single word is being adored
and seems to be inspired by the great almighty Lord
so we listen as Martin gives his speech

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