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I grew up in the south in the turbulent time
Not a bad time for a white boy
The country was changing in a peculiar way
And all around me was a sound
Growing sweeter and more murderous all at once
And the people tried to hide their eyes.
From the chaos and defiance that was changing them all.

And the years passed
And not a word was spoken
The years passed
The silence never broken
Quietly
They lead their lives of desperation
No words to say.

There were those who knew the tables would turn.
Running out into the burning streets
Hoping to hear the words of a prophet or a sage
Who might come along and straighten out the mess they had made
The injustice and cruelty by their own hands
On the ones of another shade.

Quietly
They lead their lives of desperation
No words to say.
Silently, they turned their heads
Their eyes unopened
No words to say.

Then one day there was heard a thunderous chant
The voice they feared grew louder and louder
And the day had come at last.

Quietly
They lead their lives of desperation
No words to say.
Silently, they turned their heads
Their eyes unopened
No words to say.

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