I Dreamt a Dream
Last night I dreamt a dreary dream
I saw a dead man win fight
rising the man rose from his lonely grave
and spoke softly there lovely in such warm southern tones
One day we will live in a nation where we will not be judged by the colour of our skin
Copyright © Nigel Fox | Year Posted 2011
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