The Torch Has Been Passed
A single flame will always burn
As a memory for us to remember and learn
It was a cold winter’s day
The twentieth of January
A young man standing in the bitter wind
And a new chapter in our history was about begin
His words echoed through out this nation
The torch has been passed to a new generation
He captured our hearts with each phrase
And we still recall with pride when we think of them today
But then in an instant it was gone
The torch, the flame, and most of all a man named John
We watched and cried that November day
Stumbling in the darkness thinking never again to find out way
But then a flame began to glow
And the light from it lit a path we began to follow
All was not lost that dark day
And somehow, someway his dreams will happen for all one day
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