Trumpets Blow and Walls Tumble
From an old well of an arid environment;
A cool drink has been drawn.
And those who drink are refreshed
As they reflect on days gone by;
Is it that perhaps;
The dream still lives?
Will we once again be; for the people and of the people;
Joined together in equality;
As citizens of a great nation
Hope soars to new heights;
And color serves only as a commitment to accentuation;
Of one to the other; so help us God.
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