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.
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