The wind in the trees the sound of what it like to be free

The cry of a newborn son is the beginning of love

 

Where is that mountain top where Martin saw the dream

Where is that path to the valley of peace

Where is that message of hope hidden from me

 

The wind on the water pushing the waves of the past

The cry of dignity echoing through these monuments and memorials

 

Where is that promise that you maid to me 

Where is that voice to call for accountability in our choice

Where is that hand reaching down to pull up

 

There is a wind blowing through the street

There is a wind blowing through the halls

There is a wind in us all

 

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