becoming heroes
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Troubled still waters, redefined tomorrows
Would the lord lay me down nest to the bubbling?
Stony heart springs, tears making a fountain
I got a dream; to sail oceans
Tell my tales, tales of the black people
We fell into the masses
Only with fear in our hearts
We only needed a start
and we put our blood in glasses
We fell into the masses
because we were forced to
We lost ourselves in the Louvre