Promise Land

I saw you on top of the mountain and took your strong words in, I drank them like water from a fountain-- there was no light or dark skin I heard you make a speech about having a dream for all, people as far as the eyes could reach gave credence for your equal call You marched with a peaceful theme then gave when there was no more to give, your legacy is an endless golden stream cleansing from the heavens where you live Birmingham, Memphis, and D.C. are all part of your blood of strife, Dear Martin... the world spins free because you shamed inequality's life.