Losing Memory of My Dove

Freshman (HS) Project: J.F.Kennedy Yesterday, I walked upon that floor, I have not seen anything but rich and poor. I help the black fight against segregation, I just don't get all this discrimination. I question this day, "Why do we all have to pay?" I shake my fan's hand, Being a president is one, but I don't demand. My wife beside me, I wave to all, can't they see? Only thing I hear and witness, Is darkness. Tears flow off my face, The feeling, I was in space. God must be calling me, Better leave and be free. Tying to say "Good-Bye My Love," Losing Memory of My Dove.