He Had a Dream
He had a dream, a dream of freedom--
That noble eagle, soaring high.
A dream of equity and justice--
A living dream that would not die.
But there were those who had a purpose--
Their purpose was to kill his dream.
Those wicked ones conspired with Satan,
To carry out their evil scheme.
A deadly shot, from a coward in hiding,
Upon one bitter, April day,
Brought down that brave and peaceful soldier,
And the valiant eagle flew away.
So they thought they'd gained their purpose,
When that mighty heart was stilled,
But, although they slew the dreamer,
His glorious dream cannot be killed.
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