At Last

At last, at last, we are free at last, A strong clear voice, rings from the past. So he believed, and so was done, A worldwide culture, battle, won. All colors mixed, and spirits soared, Old friends rejoiced, and listeners roared. Not one soul was excluded, Not one man held high. The thrill was infectious, Hands reached for the skies. Boys were boys and girls were girls, They all ran together, blended ‘round the world. The love and the peace, Rang crystal clear. And the hushed and the different, Shed their final tears. Because at last, at last, Freedom was here. Dedicated to Martin Luther King, Martin Luther King Junior, and family. What a different, unjust country this would be without your courage and belief. I have a dream, and I and everyone else in this country is free to dream, and pursue those dreams, because of you. Have you heard? Every man is entitled to; life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. You sir, have fueled and supplied many with knowledge that they have the right to do so.